Burchin

Then

Let Him

Find You.

Tell me what needs to be done.

You can’t possibly know what I’ve accomplished

What made me, me until I get to you

Tell me your dreams,

Tell me your desires.

I’ll show up as I am despite of your visions.

Little fire cracks here and there.

Christmas jazz playing in the back.

We freeze the moment with a kiss

How come there were no tangible things to gratify me over him yet everything about him unifies my dreams with him?

I’m not your book, nor you’re my project, he told me the other night. Goosebumps appeared all over my body.

My ear ringing. Left one this time.

I’m thinking about him. I get him.

I can paint a beautiful picture about him.

I may be delusional. He may be even more.

He may be delusional. I may be even more.

I make sense to all, none to some.

He makes sense to some, none to all

Or vise versa.

I closed my eyes to all the worries I hear from my friends.

I opened my heart to all the yes’es I’ve been feeling.

Hush hush baby girl one might say.

What’s the rush?

You’re not going to make up for all the years you’ve been in, with an “I do”

But I do, I counter...

Start counting from 5 to 1.

Then he messages me 111

He messages me at 14

I message him 115.

He messages me at 123.

He comes from somewhere else

I live in here where here means everywhere

I love being him.

He loves being me.

We vibe together.

Shapeshift the hell out of hell

Heaven out of heaven.

Heaven out of hell.

I am over him.

Him under me.

Then us besides each other.

123-456 we connect.

I buzz in my core...

Fall hard.

Fall up.