Hello Dear Friend

What You Do


There are Millions of words in Thousands of languages
and with all I've searched through
there is not one yet to describe you.


You with your curly spanish black hair
that defies it's colour as often
 I catch sight of it's brown hues

You with your eyes the colour of melted Chocolates
that shine with a red depth of strawberry syrup in sunlight
 that still at times sink into a colour deeper and more dangerous
than darkness of thunderstorms


You with your sharp words
 and...

...and sharper tongue
that has had the ability to pull me apart slowly into every direction
without my aware but with all my permissions
all at once


You who had left me blissfully unaware
you were both molding me and cutting me apart into pieces
so small I still wondered
where they belong

...if they're mine...
 
...or pieces of him...


How is it you  sooth me
and frighten me
at the
both
together?



How are you able to make the hours and days feel like mere moments
only to cut me so deep in a  single breath I relive it

 moment after moment...
hour after hour
day after day
week after week ...after week

 As if time means nothing when it runs through you and I together...

All Without Ever Knowing What You Do?