Dec 09, 2003 14:37
It craves, and never satiates,
What are you?
It devours, but has no substance,
Who are you?
It leave me hollow, yet fills the void,
Why are you?
Names have power, yet I am unable to name you. Words have meaning, but I can't truly describe you.
My name means, "to fall", and still I yearn to fly. I'd give you the world if only you'd give me the sky. I'd give you life, if only you'd tell me its ok...
We barely know one another, yet I dread the departure that must soon ensue. I'm not used to this feeling, this tie between you and I. Chains and fetters chafe, they burn the flesh and sear the soul, yet I willingly submit to this...sensation.
What I feel for you has no name, yet it causes pain. The aches consume, the spasms are new, my body will not deny what the heart knows to be true: I...love...you.
There, I've said it now, even as the waves threaten to devour the shore; to erode what is left of a man who was once an island, but is no longer so anymore. The sea beckons me, the depths call my name, and I wonder if I should take that plunge once more.