I just wish that I could talk to you. Especially during this time when I am flailing… grasping for thoughts that drift away too quickly. Your energy is my gravity so maybe if you were near, you’d ground these thoughts so that I could conclude… focus… ascertain this idea… so I look a little less crazy… a little less basic. Because there’s something there… I just know it! Except… you’re not here… so it all flutters away.
Beautiful soul appeasing me
Tell of your secrets so that I may see
What makes you tick? With whose heart do you click? Is seduction, or laughter, or apathy the trick?
Shattered heart confusing thee
Tell of distortions so that I can set you free
What makes you run? With whose mind are you spun? Is the torment you give some sort of fun?
Complex mind intriguing this devotee
Tell of your loops in the mental Grand Prix
What strangles your thoughts like a vine? With whose soul do you entwine? Is that connection divine?
Separation, distance, a disappearing love, moving forward, seeking guidance from above. I don’t want to go, I miss you more than you can know, I want you near always. I don’t want you as my “bro,” I want to be in your flow, I want to know you in all ways.