Falling

Your beauty is so great that
it actually hurts me;
it has turned me into a masochist.
It hunts me.

I didnt see it coming because
I am so unworthy, but
you saw me too.

Your existence rapes my consciousness.
My past, my present, the future
is gone, irrelevant.

I fall away,
toward you,
closer, faster,
better than summer skies.

I could really be with you.
I could really love you.