my letter to you

dear you,

you never fail to amaze me,
and it is torture.

you put the colour back to my greyscale,
and i can imagine you making my mornings afloat on cloud 9,
being my back support of warmth in silence;
that kiss at the back of my head.

you're my perfection, you make me feel perfect.
i can't stop thinking about you,
and how it could never happen.

i hate how its so far-fetched,
a whisper of impossibility that doesnt root me anywhere near my sanity.
you're too much of a yearning,
of completion.

however the cards will be played,
will our lives change?
i feel a good thing coming,
only dashed by the bungy cord back to reality

things you'll never know, or i'll never say,
it's just the last i needed voice out,
before you go on your way, and i do mine.
you're just precious, and there's no one like you.

sometimes it just feels so right, that you can't ignore
and sometimes, you gotta stop telling lies to yourself.
when its so hard to do, but so easy to say,
sometimes you just have to walk away.



and i feel so stupid.