without remorse, it begins
this deep dark churning
within my heart
let go, surely
but alas, ever so slightly
like kindling, ignited then blown upon
it gently rises
I am human, and this need grows
this wanting for more, for all of her
consumes me like a fiery flame
on a hot summer night
I wish I could make you understand,
how this feels, this passion
this burning inferno,
like the raging of a sea storm
and the brightness of a thousand stars
I wish I could make you see,
what this does to me, this need
this ultraviolet ray
cutting, like knives in a fistfight
burning, like shrouds under a clear sky
but I cannot
so, I shall use my words
to the stars I shall cry
with the sound of a thunderhead
I shall shout, with the voice of a thousand echoing drumbeats
I shall tell them
of this yearning within me
heavy, like the weight of a million dying stars
like the burden of a thousand lifetimes of regret
pushing one to the edge of insanity
and yet, a moment with her
silence
like that of a shelter or a moment under a bridge
of peace from the thunderstorm
I’d stretch this moment into infinity
just so I could see her smile
one more time
and know, without an iota of a doubt
that happiness is real
oh, to yearn
- Willow
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