Beautiful nowheres have been my home
and wandering, my constant.
I may like you, but I'm most likely lost
in an intimate, endless maze of
ponderings and possibilities.
Although the perfect antidote, I'm afraid
of the life you'll breathe into me.
For I'm attuned to uphill climbs and downward spirals, not tranquillity.
Your eyes, they persistently pierce through the shadows lingering inside of me.
With every blink, you encapsulate all that
has confined the yearnings in me.
Each word, every syllable you speak,
unties the knots, opens my core and
teaches me to love again,
and love anyway.