There is something in the way you speak
And the way you write
And the way you feel
That pulls all the reservations
And the shyness
And the apathy from within me.
There is something in my words
And my thoughts
And my emotions
That pull you to me.
Is it love that brings us closer?
Or is it something greater than that?
I read your words
And you say your thoughts
And they give me something
That could probably be illegal.
Like a recharged battery to a cyborg
Or a dose to an ill person,
I think of them over and over
And I sleep and dream of them
Over and over.
You read my words
And I say my thoughts
And something clicks in you
Like rotors falling into place.
I can't see what you do
When you think of them over and over
But I imagine them to be sugar highs
That keep you running and hopping.
I can see it and everything about us
And you can see everything about us.
You see the things I see,
And I see the things you see.
I need you, just as you need me.
Without you, I'd be nothing.
I don't know what you'll be without me.
Have you seen us and gasped
At how far we've gone?
We've now fused the things we held dear
And made it into a whole.
We live and held each other,
And we survive by each other.
I can't get enough of you,
And you can't get enough of me.
We've become addicted to each other,
Ignoring the hate and the ugliness around us.
We find a common joy
In this connection between us.
Is this a bad thing?
Or is this something to admit and celebrate?
I want you and I need you
And I know you want the same thing.
Feeding each other
In a way outsiders are confused about.
I want to merge with you,
To never see myself as separate again.
To never be deprived again
Of a love and desire
And energy and strength only you provide.
I want to forget who I am,
The disappointments and regrets I can't help thinking,
And all the anger and melancholy
That haunt me to no end.
I don't want to look in the mirror
To be reminded of the mistakes
I hope to reconcile with
That I failed to foresee.
You are the escape,
The source I turn to,
When all I want is to not be me,
To forget the shame in myself.
I'd rather have you
Than be by myself.
I need this love you have
Because mine is long gone.
I need you, body and soul,
To help me heal the scars and memories
That haven't faded away,
And to be the redemption I long sought for.
It's frustrating as hell, my limited expressions
How can I truly show you, through no ambiguity,
Everything that depicts what I yearn to give you?
I need you because you make sense.
I need you for your empathy and security.
I need you for everything you are and everything I lack.
I need you. Christ, I can't get enough of you.