Skipping Heartbeat
Keep me around
When there’s no need
To be found
So my heart
Won’t meet the ground
In case of
Falling in love.
I feel like writing
Epic poems
Whenever you’re by my side,
I just try
Not to sound, seem, look or smell
So obvious.
But I can’t, can I?
We’re smart boys,
And that’s love already
Somehow.
Love.
That’s an odd word, you know?
I wouldn’t expect that to happen
So rapidly devastating.
It’s good be warm again,
To belong to someone
(And to myself
For the first time)
And for all the times
That might follow.
I hope to die in your arms.
Oh, your arms…
There are no enough words
To describe them,
I don’t even know
The reasons
For me to be here
Effortlessly hitting my head
Against the wall
While trying to describe your
Unhuman
Cozy
Dorky
Strong
Arms.
I would wrap them
Around my neck
If I were taller than you,
Since I’m not
I'm glad to have them
By my side,
Hugging my soul
And mending all the broken pieces
Of myself
That were once
So abruptly wrecked.
I guess my messy poem
Will do it for me,
I will describe all those sentiments
In a childish,
Lacking maturity,
And all over the floor poetry
And that is how I’m able to expel
Those unsaid words
That are been chewed inside my mouth
Whenever you’re around.
I’m here whole again,
Seeing a sparkle from my own eyes
And blushing my cheeks
To your silly little jokes
That crack me up
And melt me down.
Oh,
How I’ve missed
This place.
This warmth,
This chill,
This skipping heartbeat
That found in you
Not life,
But a piece of myself
That you helped me clean
And put out
To shine.
Gratitude is a word
That runs along my cheek
And lays in your heart
Pressed towards mine
Making us share
This mutual tear
So our hearts will forever know
How to never let love
Disappear.
