Your presence is tranquil, a kick in the stomach from the excruciating rapid butterflies taking over my entire body.
Cherry blossoms bloom in my lungs when we speak. I lose focus and fall into your ocean of blue heaven.
Ones absolute desire of another’s heart and soul smothers me. Trying to find comfort in something somewhat impossible.
Blossoms... and a kick in the fu*king stomach.
I’m blinded by this horrific, yet beautiful adrenaline rush.
As your lingering charismatic blue eyes stare into mine, I can tell you feel somewhat the same.
I am reluctant to move my eyes elsewhere.
And in a heartbeat,
I am home.