To capture the essence of you would be comparable to the bottling of sunlight. It would be beautiful, and blinding, and absolutely unexplainable.
I have never quite understood why you are the way you are, and you’ve never tried to tell me. I’ve fathomed and wondered, and tossed on it at night. To me you are a mystery, a dark curtain of secrets and pain. You hide behind your sweet façade, but I know of an ocean underneath.
If you would let me, I would swim the waters of your soul. I would bathe in the riddles that surround you, drinking in answers like a thirsting animal.
In the darkness that surrounds you, love, you are alone. You chose that many years ago; to wander this earth by yourself. That’s why you have never let me in. You’ve built your walls from concrete, and I fear I will never have the strength to break them down.
I wish I could change you, but to change you would to be altering the way I love you, the very fabric of you. I wish you knew that you needn’t hold your back so firmly against the world.
I wish you knew.
