and suddenly I'm writing poetry
and suddenly I'm writing poetry about your eyes and your soul,
I'm pouring it out on paper;
you're etched into my bones.
and it's hard to breathe
and it's hard to breathe when you're not around.
my skin starts to itch
my skin starts to itch if you're not safe and sound.
caring so much
caring so much should be a tiresome feat
but when it's for you
but when it's for you I feel complete.
to feel this way is almost euphoric
I'm drunk on this love
your affection is tonic.
you soothe my nerves
with saccharine sweet words
you turn the butterflies in my stomach
into a flock of birds.