You

     But, what is wrong with me? There must be something wrong with me to feel the way that I do- to feel so intensely for you. You- you with the eyes as rich as the dirt of the earth we tread upon; you with the hands that seem to be certain of their own strength; you with the crooked smile and the chapped lips that never cease to be soft with uttered promises; you with the ambitions as big as the ocean is deep- you found a way to burrow into every crevice of my brain, invading my every thought.
     Maybe I'm not in love with you, but I can assure you that this is more than just an infatuation or a crush. This is much more- so much more intense and so much more furious.
     My skin blazes with the desire I have to trace the outline of your features with my thirsting fingertips- my fingertips that are thirsty for the touch of the ocean that is your body. My heart rages with the hunger for the velvety texture of your hair running between my fingers. My mouth screams for the taste of your words- those words that appeased my aching soul night after night, warding off the midnight creepers- by the names of depression, worry, & stress- and instilling within me a sense of hope.
     You, a walking ray of sunshine, make me, a walking contradiction, feel like I might have a place in this mischievously chaotic world. You, a fallen burst of stars, make me, a burnt-up space rock, question my religion- whatever that may be- and kneel in worship at your feet. You, a thriving palm tree, make me, a withered weed, want to make reckless decisions and toss away my morals.
     I want you- I want you to want me; I want you to touch me; I want you to feel me; I want you to hear me; I want you to need me. I want us to become one. I want to feel the simmering heat of your shining aura clash with the icy cold of my frozen heart. I want you to thaw me from the inside out. I want to feel your vibrations way deep in the marrow of my bones. I want the bass of your voice to resonate in the silenced parts of my limbs. I want to memorize everything about you, detail by detail, in the warmth of your embrace.
     So, maybe there is something wrong with me after all. Whatever it may be, I never want it to cease- I never want it to disappear. I want to bask in the fury of these feelings I have for you until the sun tires out and the sky falls. I want to spend the rest of my days with one thought imprinted in my scatter-brain: you.