I’ve spent hours,
Staring at the pavement ahead of me,
Lines flying by,
Writing poetry in my head.
Poetry that someday,
Maybe I’ll read to you.
I wish I could weave my words,
Into a tapestry,
Decorating your wall,
With a visual representation of how I feel when I’m with you.
Because when I’m with you,
I feel like I just dropped acid on the peak of Mount Evans,
And I can see the entire world below me,
And it’s fucking breathtaking.
It’s a view I could get used to.
One I could wake up to,
Day after day,
And never get tired of.
Which is good,
Because I can’t get it out of my mind.
You’re living in the valleys of my brain,
Camped out in my psyche.
Thoughts of you play like movies on my eyelids,
And I can’t look away.
I can’t stop staring at the way the corners of your mouth wrinkle when you smile.
Or the lines of your calves,
And I think about the mountains they’ve climbed,
The inclines that have made up your life,
And someday,
I want you to show me every trail you’ve ever hiked,
And I want you to let me hike with you.
I’d struggle to keep up,
Even though I’m almost always getting ahead of myself.
I feel like I’m getting ahead of myself.
But I can’t slow down.
It’s out of my control,
Just like when I’m riding shotgun,
And you floor it.
I can feel my heart beat in my entire body,
And for once,
I feel alive.
