Bewitching by Vanessa Matic

Bewitching

Millions watching and bewitching me, but in my bed big enough for two.
I dreamed you bewitched me to haunt loves eternity. Captive in my own
introspective kiss, I should have loved another instead of fading bliss. It
could have been anyone now, for I’ve forgotten your face and forgotten
your taste. A ghost feeble longing gaiety in me derived in silence questioning
me. With all the silence roaming free, it was the very quiet to which I could not
sleep. And I was infatuated and infuriated by your very existence it elevated
every passionate pointless sensation physically possible. Yet I cannot give my
dreams to you, you have too many times crumbled them in my sleep. The
empty sky will tell me nothing as I pray it will look down on me. If it had eyes
to see well maybe the rain would be its tears. It is terrible solitude that life is,
as two can touch each others and feel a lesser loneliness. I wonder often what
you feel from a longing like the sea in me, it does not fancy me to keep up with
the party. My dear my desire is yet to consume me, to talk to everyone intensely,
to travel the world vividly, letting the colors feed me to feel, to walk so freely with
no fear of the night . As when I was a child just learning to live. I want to learn to
live again. It is also not that I wish to be here forever, forever seems so sad after
all. Yet now I crave you as numb it is in this heart of mine, to lean on you to tell you
I’m here. There’s still so much, too much to learn and if you turn I don’t believe
you’d ever return or if I would want you to. But to shut my eyes all stands still, the
whole world is dead to me, yet you still live.