How does it feel?
Like a whisper lost in the wind.
Like chasing echoes that never begin.
Running toward sound that never wanted to be found.
How does it feel to love someone?
Like fire and rain doing a reckless dance,
A chaotic duet
A beautiful storm with no warning,
No shelter.
Just lightning.
And longing.
And maybe if you’re lucky
A moment.
How does it feel to care?
Like holding a flame with trembling hands,
Knowing full well it’ll burn through your skin,
But still
Still you hold it close
Because at least it's warm.
How does it feel?
Like waves that crash but call me home,
Like a song that’s half-sung but fully known,
Like a silence that doesn’t need sound
To scream.
And my heart?
It keeps waiting.
Waiting to be clouded,
To drown in storms,
To be shrouded in a love that forgets how to rise.
But still
Love lingers.
Wild. Unbounded.
Untamed like wind with nowhere to go.
But me?
All I need
Is to be found.
Not lost in whispers.
Not lost in static.
Not another page in someone else’s poetry.
How does it feel?
To love in fear?
To hold someone close,
But never here.
To wrap arms around air
Because the body never stayed.
How does it feel?
To dare
To leap with everything
And land in nothing.
To taste the bitterness of faith
Turned ash.
My mind?
Spinning.
Time loops in circles.
But my heart
It still aches
To shine.
Even if no one looks.
How does it feel?
To fade from love.
To watch it slip away
Like stars above
Close enough to wish on,
Too far to touch.
How does it feel
To stain love red,
Like a bleeding dove
With words left unsaid?
How does it feel?
It feels
like you wrote this.
