the yearning 

At the end of the day,I feel as though 

All I have to say

Is that closer is the way to birth

is a real truth we have innated in our 

own reasoning where it’s isolated.
Frozen for the public but it runs free.

When we are in solitude,

we only trust ourselves.

We fear other humans will transpose

that innerself, 

that little do we know, our intellect must follow asymptotic beliefs.
Following patterns of infinite possibilities.

The possibility of knowing you know

of eternity.

I’m willing to let go to find its way back.

You inspired me to do so.

Like a mini me version of you

Trying to figure out your flaws

So I can be your strength.
I only want you.

There’s nothing more to say

Even when you see meteoroids surpassing

the Kuiper belt I want you to know I won’t be Pluto,

I want to be your isotope.

Occupying that same place.

Stability you can always come home to.

Home will be here.
I yearn for your air.

The very thing that makes me free.

I fly in your arms.

I breathe as if it’s coming from my diaphragm.
Your so amazing.

I wish I can tell you these things to your face.

But I’m always being replaced,

so it’s me in the corner of that party people tend to ignore to follow through with.
Not thinking less of myself

But knowing fully aware I’m just different than most.

I have a genuine love.

It’ll never change, I want to know people 

feel complete knowing someone understands

Even when no one elses
 

@lucianithepoet

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s