where do i begin
there’s so much to say
so much
yet nothing
all those words
yet no
expression
my feelings fail me
so does my understanding
the pressure
the weight
the intensity
of the love (read lust)
that i feel
have been feeling
have been carrying
for all these years
these days
these centuries
has brought upon
a numbness.
i am numb now
with the pressure
of your longing
this extreme
obsessive hence stupid
desire
of belonging
..to your cherub face
your pout
your upper lip
and the lower
and those eyes
the tiny marbles
always twinkling
always smiling
do i belong
to them
or do all these
belong to me
hey!
that’s my property
you’re strutting around
spoiling my spoil
squandering my loot

I usually do not leave comments for templates, but this one forced me to leave behind a “Whoa!!”