Graphic Lyrism vol. I

Leave me.

Love me.

Don’t – go.

Hold me.

Hug me.

Kiss me... don’t.

If I ever stop this wandering and senseless cogitation, would you still take me as I hypothetically was, and if you did, would you be the same?

I want to_

Run away with you, without minding anyone else.

Everyone else.

Myself.

The others.

You… but I do care.

I’d cross the world for you, and the worse thing is that you know it. You like it. You allow it. You enable it. You

If only you weren’t so easy to love. So perfectly comfortable, unadjustedly fit.

If only I had never known you, the deepest corners of your self, the most profound and unattainable thoughts that go from your mouth to your eyes

To your absentminded face.

How I love your sad face,

Your melancholic gaze,

Your laughing face,

Your focused gaze,

Your

Hands.

Your hair. The smell of your skin. The soft touch of your lips. Your melting smile. The creases forming in the corners of your eyes.

I beckon you over. And over again.

You come.

You leave.

I fight back the urge to stay with you.

In a rhyme

In a chorus

In a cry

In my trivial everyday preoccupations.

I linger, embedded in our everlasting, never-ending conversations.

I wait

I linger on your silence.

And I adore your nostalgia.

Your momentarily off-putting despair

And the way you overcome your frustrations.

I dwell in the airy twinge of unease, trespassing from your trembling jaw:

Your fears.

Your faithful uncertainty *and blank emotions*

Do you remember

Stillness.

The moment when your eyes meet mine

The way we broke down time

The passion, the enthusiasm…

The childish euphoria of careless synchrony.

And then to wish you goodbye

-  and having the strength NOT to miss you.

Our hot, sunny days

Rainy mornings

Chilling nights

Warm bodies

Engirdled synesthesia

And years, and months, and weeks, and days, and hours

And seconds of sheer indebted joy.

Why is this clarity so

Raw?

Viciously

Cruelly

 Paradoxal.

Oh, I bade you to let me

set you free

For I will die before seeing you entrapped

-  even if enmeshed in my ethereal, uncompromised, utter [sigh]

Don’t… speak.

Look at me –

Not.

Not, anymore.

(and I brush off the honesty given away by your devoted stare)

For… since you… I am whole.

With you, without you, just because of your centred, beautiful existence.

I love you entirely.

and you saved me without even knowing.