So close

I can’t explain what it is about him
But, something in him turns on something in me
And, I’m not speaking solely of sexual stimulation
Although, there is that…
There is that.
But beyond that there’s something impalpable about the way he turns me on
It’s like I could drown in the depth of his poetic metaphors
Like I’d like to lick the lips that spit so beautifully because
That’s as close as I could come to tasting his words.
His mind spins my body in circles..
And I don’t know what it is about him but
I swear if he was different
He’d be just perfect for me.

I think I know it

I don't know you and yet I want
To know you
In each and every way I can
Know you
Do you mind if I try and get 
To know you
Because I think
You may be someone worth knowing. 

Thank you

You
Hurt me
Not like
I stubbed my toe against the wall
or caught my finger in the door kind of hurt
You hurt me
Like
My world tumbled down
and my heart cracked open kind of hurt.
I would've done anything for you
Given anything to you
and yet my anythings weren't everythings or perhaps
They were nothings
Or perhaps
They were everything
Just not anything
Close to the nothing
You wanted from me.

Thank you
For letting me go.

If not my "soulmate"...then surely a mate for my soul

my physical being met yours some years ago
but
i'd be remiss if i didn't insist that
my soul reacts to yours as if it's known you in lifetimes past
like our pasts had somewhere crossed the same path
and we
found each other...
and now
in the silence of the words i need not utter
you can hear melodies
that sing of our love
of our heartbreak
and of our persistence or rather resistance to parting...
i find comfort in knowing that wherever i am
there you'll be...
i think i was meant for you
and you for me.