You're my ideal of I miss you always. Slowly falling in this lavender haze. Days you catch my eye and my attention is to look away. Stop looking I say inside my head. But even my head yet subconscious knows you compell me this way. And I don't want to stop. I don't need to stop. My gaze so lovesick. I'm a addict to what and who I find beautiful. I know it's reckless of me. I'm so caught up with the enthusiasm of you saying my name. This slow ache turning me haunting Red heat that consumes me. Cuz every thought of you time doesn't exist. Six hours go by like that. Paralyzed by feeling immensely. Waiting for exhale always. Cuz you were my canvas. Yet everything. And no one ever got that. Just unbridled bliss. Porcelain shades that were never obsolete. Yet I crawl to you. Just to be whole again. Knowing lovesickness is my reality every day every night. To this fever is not subjected to end. Lost in this infectious wandering of this recurring warmth. Yet therapists don't understand. My family doesn't understand. The world itself doesn't understand. How i belong? Yet I wait immensely accordingly. Knowing I'm falling even more. Slowly adoring. Knowing you are meant to in a time to wander in my arms. Yet I think you know too. You're my everything. My home. My escape. This ache never dies easy. It's just immortal the way I been feeling was right all along. Love entirely. Legitimately possibly at first sight All along.