Manic

I want you.

I want hours in bed smiling about about the dreams above our head,

With melted crowns of kisses to the temple.

I’ll knit you a scarf,

And knit our fingers together so that they may never let go;

Tight and warm, we’re interlocked.

Feeling red became wishes against nightmares of seeing it.

I’m not as gentle as I want to be,

And I wonder if I’m the only one with scraped knees.

And hurt feelings.

Whispering what scares me doesn’t help,

And for that,

My demons have won again.

I’ve chased ideas within a dead end;

This isn’t working.

Nurturing wasn’t part of this Nature.

Wild fires caused by thunders within clouded minds;

We’ll call it miscommunication.

I miss you.

I want to communicate…without pain.

Kiss the frustration away from my knuckles.

Tiredness became liquified,

And so I ask that you wipe them away as well.

I want to abandon ideas,

All to understand perception.