What about love

I can’t breathe.

It feels like the life is being drained away from me,

as I lay here pondering how this happened I am empty.

I can’t move.

Like a puppet I am pushed into a corner,

involuntary spasms leaving me awake.

I can’t speak.

Shocked as I wait impatiently for a hint,

a whisper to show me I am loved.

I can’t eat.

Everything I do revolves around her,

I see now how obsessed I can be.

I can’t cry.

My tears have run dry in the spring showers of my heart,

I just imagine the fields of beautiful flowers.

I am a contradiction.

All of these feelings I cursed are now my own,

feeling the feelings of something beyond true.

I am whole.

Once broken and empty her touch completed my life,

nothing trivial when in her arms.

I am Johnny.

So long I pretended to be someone else,

she showed me I was worth more than that.

I matter.

The way she looks into me with simple gestures,

a wink or smile that makes my world bright.

I am hers.

Doubts may arise yet somehow we find the way,

what about love, I am the love for her.









Johnny Newell