poetry – Page 22 – The Messy Middle 🖤

Burning.

I burn for you.

Not like candles, but like wildfires do.

–S.

You light me up, and I am glowing.

The color of my soul is showing.

–S

As the light paints the sky with color,

I know now, that I can never love another.

Not like I loved you,

the winter to my summer,

the guitarist to my drummer,

maple and butter,

sweet lover.

–S.

Yearning for someone to hold me,

feeling underwater,

drowning in the lonely.

–S.

The realization comes to me when I least expect it.

All that I am seeking, I have been holding inside myself.

For goodness, look within.

For love, look within.

For realness, look within.

For wholeness, look within.

When I look within, I find a world beyond my wildest dreams.

–S.