When I can't sleep at night, I stare at the empty side of my bed, and wonder about the things I would tell you, if you were laying next to me. What were the chances you'd ever meet someone like that?--The math seemed impossible. --But even hurricanes have names. When you meet your "soul mate" you'll feel calm. No anxiety. No agitation. I wonder if I'll make it that far. (I hope) our fearful trip is done. I have galaxies hidden between my bones, and I will love you until the stars burn out. No trace of now will remain. I am homesick for a place I am not even sure exists. I've had kings and gods and poets in my bed, (but) where you go, I shall go; where you die, I shall die, and there I will be buried.
my found poetry under my #syntax_magic tag.
I haven't felt like this in so long. I can't sleep or eat or think. If such a thing exists, I might've experienced love at first chance.
