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I miss you.

If I could be born again, I'd be a bird outside your window.  Tap. Tap.  Tapping. At your windowsill, monitoring you.  Watching you, eyes gleaming.  

If I could be born again, it would be to awaken within your arms.  Your warmth, your smile; a new day to dawn, just for you and I.

If I could be born again, I would be holding you and you would be holding me and oh what a pleasant dream that would be.

Some days I think "We'll always be like this, so far away." Maybe you'll be in your sixties and we'll be the same as we are now.  If that's the case to be, then I can't say any moment means any less.  If only, it means that much more.  If anything, I hope we never change the status quo unless to entangle our fingers and further this tale of dreams ungotten.  Only, being closer is the only change I'd desire but anything else is territory uncharted and what a frightening place to be.  I fear one day you'll forget me and I'll remember the hazel of your eyes and the gravel that was your voice.  I am forever adrift at sea and you are my northern star, my lighthouse in the dark, and my end which be my home. 

Your kindness truly is intoxicating. You really have no idea what you mean to me. If I could inhale you, I'd be tempted but then you'd be forever gone and that would be a waste of a miraculous thing. Whether this truly is a blessing or a curse, poison me slowly until you're my cure.

Shallow little doll, seeking fulfillment in the wind.  Oh silly thing, can't you feel the cold seep into your bones?  A warm hearth will forever be just out of your reach.  

Go ahead.  Reach and burn those fingertips.  

Only your hearth will keep you warm.  

Just like a goldfish in a bowl, you're looking out.  You think you're looking in but really, that's just your own reflection staring you in the eyes.  You preen and prance, your little fins shashaying so desperately.  Who do you think you are?  Who do you think you'll be, when that bowl eventually tips over and crashes to the floor?  Will you flop on the floor, gasping for more or will you succumb to the void of your enmity? 

Use me and bleed me dry for the blood to pump through your heart.  Let me fuel you.  Let me breathe into you.  Let me be your muse.  Let me burn to the shadow of a wick for you.  Let me burn like the sun, step into my shadow so I may guide you home to me.  Let my tender flesh embrace yours and warm one another as I spoon feed you only what you enjoy.  Hit me when I am wrong.  Let blood pour from my mouth if I ever desecrate you.  Let my eyes shine with you and let them dim without you.  Breathe your life into my lungs so I may enact our encore once more and then let us start once more as the cycle repeats.