every minute, i'm not with you,
is lonely. i find myself missing you.
i sit on the bathroom floor,
in the middle of the night, writing
about you.
i reminisce the sound of your
silvery voice, thinking of the warmth
of your skin when it brushes up
against my icy skin. thinking of your
starry-eyed smile.
while the way i describe you,
means nothing to most,
to me, it shows how undeniably
in... love
i am with you.
despite my greatest endeavours to
avoid those feelings, despite
every fibre in my body, i am.
i'm in love with you.
