deeper than words

competing hurts
fighting to be the winner
of a losing race.

words that I crave,
only you can give me.
your love,
my only triumph.

losing sight of one’s worth.
judgment in question,
scrupulously interrogating
what stares in return.
thoughts with no clear answers
blurred by the truth
and its share of lies.
—
clarity in your
actions and inactions.

the craving of your scent
and the warmth of your touch.
the anticipation of seeing you,
making my heart beat faster.

my hand slides over your breast,
not to touch the gentleness of your skin
or to feel the rush only you provide,
but to feel your heart beat
pulsing through the tips of my fingers.
—
wanting mine to sync with yours
as the world around us fades.
an outward desire,
to connect with you.

never the right time,
to share your truth.
unexplainable,
was your disappearance
like these feelings
that just won’t fade.

a love that will endure
the passage of time.
no matter the weather,
nor the storm.
I promise to not leave you
with ashes, like all fires do.

concealing something
noticed within the faint,
an outward sign
of inward concern.
curiosity and observation,
the infliction and pleasure
of a wondering mind.

wishing for feelings
that we aren’t willing
to put forth.
claiming unhappiness,
omitting our actions.
believing in tales
as if perfection existed,
forgetting the love required.
—
insatiable with your needs,
restrained with what you give.
hindsight providing
a clear perspective,
your uncertainty
will always
leave you wishing.
in the end,
it’s not all about you.

in a world filled with insanity
to be loved
for who you truly are,
filling voids
you didn’t know existed.