You..

You are rolling on a spinning chair through the crevices of my mind,
Surrounded by mountains of clothes and responsibility

Lately, you’re liquid. Injected into my blood stream,
Flowing through my veins, Residing in my brain.

Your every drift fascinates the inner workings of my soul,
You are rare, the opposite of abundance,
Breathing you is like breathing spring,
Like lungs being suffocated by water, gasping for air, and then inhaling.

There is a seam between us, stitches pulling closer with each exchange of veracity.
I feel it like a scorching desert sun.
I see it with more clarity than the first lenses placed upon the bridge of my nose.
When I look at you, I see the reflection of everything I have striven to become.
But you are above admiration, you are beyond reverence.

Lost in a world of miscomprehension, you are concrete,
Enveloped in a bubble of intellect and treasured truth.
Though you weave a tangled web, I cannot deny, and I cannot restrain, and I am sorry.

I am sorry that I must assassinate you with my honesty.
I am sorry that I must slaughter you in speaking the truth.
I am sorry to poison you with my purpose, this fatal faith.

You completely captivate me.
You nourish my heart with wise words.
You embrace me with arms of undeniable understanding.
You surround me with the sensation of belonging, and believing, and being.

And yet, you allow me limitless space, an infinite amount of breadth,
You make me free.