a dead Life

caught up in the hype.

When the whole world is in your head,

you tend to forget you're still living in one.

Your mind pulsates with thoughts, so erratic,

it forgets to leave space for anything less than

beautiful

the feeling is easy to explain

yet hard to feel

why do I feel the way I do when the mere

thought of it should vanish as it materializes in my mind.

I've tripped face first into an emotion so foully

rich.

I yearn to be held by the one thing I thought I'd

never want

What a shame that I feel this way now

when my heart isn't only mine anymore.

Life

likes to play nasty tricks on you, indeed.

to get your head spinning with excitement

when he pats your head softy,

and touch you like you're tempered glass,

seconds away from shattering into a million pieces.

When he teases you and you frown,

to hide the pleasant adrenaline of wanting

so much more,

than a restricted smile

because he knows he's not suppose to thread on private property.

But what he doesn't know is the igniting fire

your heart suffers

when he looks at you with the eyes you don't

mind getting lost in,

when you tiptoe into a loose embrace;

Fearful that you might enjoy the warmth

too much,

and that your heart leaps out of your chest

to be bind with his own,

So, so scared

that you might melt into his arms.

Like free-falling,

with the hard ground approaching you,

Like walking on a tightrope suspended high in

air,

Like playing with kerosine,

It gets your heart thudding against your ribs.

If pain from his kindness was poisonous,

the antidote of his warmth revives you.

And when they weep at the foot of your

gravestone,

their eyes will trail along the carved letters

spelling out your name;

the Life you needed

But the death you desired.

death from knowing him most of your life

yet knowing just enough for a

fleeting meeting,

of mere seconds.