Cliché|

[Onyxaeon]

((Dedicated to my boyfriend. He changed my entire view of reality.))


Cliché

What started out as an impossible fantasy,
Became a longing so intense,
It scorched my heart and burned it to tender embers.
Funny, it never made sense before.
Nothing did, now that I think about it.
It still doesn’t.
How can falling into the sky make sense?
How could any of it?
It was so utterly simple:
A glimpse could cease my actions,
A smile could steal my breath,
And a touch could silence my pulse.
It was impossible;
Yet it was real, so surreal and irrational.
And I could find nothing more dear.
Placing this in words is so…wrong.
It will never amount to the real emotion.
But I cannot trust my tongue to voice these words,
Because I know it would foul the meaning.
Yet, here I am trying to give this feeling words.
You see what you’ve gone and done?
I’m rambling to myself, venting upon paper,
And it’s all your fault.
You mixed my reality,
Turned fiction into a thousand possibilities.
Each one, I cannot deny,
Found its way into my thoughts.
There’s a secret for you:
You muddled any shred of sense I have.
In a way, you blinded me.
But it was of my choice.
I wanted to see nothing but you,
Because nothing else mattered.
How’s that for cliché?
Too bad, that’s all that I can say about it.
Cliché or not, it’s still true.
You can’t deny that either,
Because I know you see a great deal in a new light.
S’okay:
You know I do too.
I can’t continue this:
Living it is far better.
I’ll leave you with such a simple set of words.
They meant little before,
But now…Well, I don’t want to sleep harboring them;
You needed to know it, though I have no doubt you already do.
I love you.