I WANT TO WRITE

I WANT TO WRITE 
I want to write about you
About how you make feel like I am in heaven
About how that makes me feel like I’d been locked out of heaven
About how this is the only heaven I will be sent to
But somehow; I can’t fathom how to do that.
Maybe it’s because words for it haven’t been invented yet.

I want to write to you,
Tell you how you feel like home.
Scratch that, how you are home.
The Neo to my Trinity
You are the Finn to my Racheal 
The Chandler to my Monica
Yet somehow, words escape me
Maybe it’s because I won’t do them justice yet

I want to write about you,
About how you make me feel safe
With you, saying “I am at Peace” is an understatement 
And understood is a dominant emotion.
Your plate has a side dish of contentment and tranquility which I gladly devour.
You are my Mr. Serendipty
Yet somehow, words are taking me for a wild goose hunt
Maybe it’s because you were the treasure to be found.

I want to write to you
Tell you about that feeling 
The one people get when standing on high places.
The sudden urge to jump
I don’t have it.
But when I do; I wanna jump to you
I know I will find solace and all I am looking for in your arms.
Yet somehow, I cannot find the words to.

If I did find the words,
I would let you know 
How interest displays emotions
And commitment displays action
But darling, you are my only exception
You have both my interest and commitment.

By Favor Khaoya


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