I donโt wish for you to be my sanctuary, my place of restโ
No, I crave you as a wanderer, a stranger in my soul,
For I long for that thrill, that pulse of uncertaintyโ
The tremor in my bones when I wonder if this will be the last time
I hold you, see you, hear your voice in the dark.
I adore that sharp ache, the bittersweet pain
Of knowing you might slip away, like sand through my fingersโ
The delicate terror that youโll vanish, leaving only the shadow
Of where we paused, never to return.
Though this ache flares rarelyโonce, twice at mostโ
It grips me hard, a sensation I canโt abandon.
Iโve become enslaved to this longingโ
Not unlike the way Iโm ensnared by the thought of you.
Comfort is a numbing force; home has rendered me
Too safe, too still, where my dreams blur and fade.
But with you, every nerve is on fire, every thought electric,
My mind races, spins, exhausts itself only to find
An endless road of desire still ahead.
Youโre chaos wrapped in beautyโdevastation that feels divine,
An otherworldly being who tore my heart to shreds
And vanished, a celestial exile, orbiting somewhere far beyond reach.
To those who yearn for warmth and belonging, this must be madnessโ
For here I stand, wishing not for you to be mine,
But for you to remain distant, elusive, untamed.
Leave a Reply