Ashore.

I could:

Write about you,

To you.

Go to sleep and never finish this post.

Cry, for no reason.

Defy reason.

Go crazy, and drown in meter.

I could do all of these, at once, if the need so possessed me.

What I'd really like to say is "I love you."

This small reoccurring thought,

That comes and goes like the phases of the moon.

I will one moment be thinking about one thing,

And my mind will suddenly whisper "I love you."

The wave of recognition that comes with this

Is fresh each time,

It never ceases to surprise me,

These outbursts of the inner conscious.

You,

Whom, I sometimes feel I hardly know.

You,

Whose words I think too much into.

You,

who, when I speak to, I feel utterly stupid.

Catatonic.

With bad jokes and sometimes singing,

And whispering that makes my heart sometimes beat irregularly.

Perhaps you're giving me an arrhythmia,

But when you whisper,

It kills me,

It really does.

I don't know why, for really,

I have no right to feel this way,

And yet I know, my wish will never come true.

Of waking up one morning and forgetting.

Forgetting that this strange ordeal of feelings existed.

Somehow, the mind doesn't forget these things.

Sometimes... I wish for the exact opposite of forgetting.

If I let myself slip too much,

I catch myself indulging all the ideas everyone else puts in my head.

When they call us 'cute', I simply don't understand.

You,

Who hath instilled feelings that make me ramble like the naive teenager I am,

Make people doubt that I am not angst-filled.

(I swear, angst is a ridiculous myth.)

You,

Whom I do not want a silly, teenage-type sort of relationship with.

You, whom I try hard to forget, and can't.

I love you, lovely one.

Adieu.