Golden

The irony of being in love with you consumes me
daily. The idea of resenting distance and
still having to embrace it to keep you.

The way time passes so slowly knowing how long
it will take before i can hold you and feel you,
in your tangible state. The state that I long to
live for sooner than later.

And all of the things you think are so awful
about yourself are all the things I can't bear
to lose from you. Your compulsiveness and worrying nature.
The way you keep tabs, the way you become obsessed.
They are important to me.

You are important to me.

The way I can't last without talking to you at least once.
It scares me to know that I am dependent on your love now
but, I could never be independent without it. Not in time.

I need your warmth. Need, not want. This is beyond want.
This is utter necessity. You are like oxygen, you are like
water and food and life. You are my world. My perfection,
ideal. You are the bed I sleep in at night, the hot shower
I take in the morning, the buses I ride, the shoes on my feet,
the littlest things. You are the monumental structures that come
in eluding packages. Ones that are small, ones that we miss until we are
in love.

I am in love with you.

You are everything.