I love you to the point I do not know
Do not know my past, present, or soon ending future
Everything is numb but tasteful
You make me feel so weird that I cannot decipher the emotion
My feet held down are strong at ground
Yet I am millions of feet above,
Am I about to reach the sky and touch a piece of heaven?
Or have I mistaken it for hell
You left nothing for me to wonder about but only regret
My lips and tongue are my only senses that I can interact with you
Your breath tends to caress my skin
I feel your heart pounding close while opening the door to my chest
I am near in reality, however far in fafantasy
Far away that I do not understand you
What I hate is that you make me think
Think about different and wonderfu, but scary things
So scary that I am embracing myself
Clutching my legs together
Tightening my mouth
Restraining my curious and impatient hands
While talking to myself not to do wrong
