3. Insensibility’s

 Insensibility’s.

When we're together,
I wish I could give all that I hold within for you...
But your enchantment overtakes my being turning me to a selfish being.

You always knew before I could dispose my soul to its own responsibility....
And you gently yet firmly guided me to the pinnacle of my selfishness...
And gather my insensibilities in your warmth, assuring me of your endless existence.

You're forgiving, you're compassionate for my insecurities....
You charm my soul with your flowing presence,
Unwinding the knots build up with my own deprivation of credence about your presence.

Wonder many times about these insecurities....
Not finding a valid reason at all, knowing truly well that I never will.
Yet it forces me on this consciousness maybe because it's truer than the luckiest I could get.

You taught me to struggle for myself...
Stand up for what has always been right and being insistive for something that I realised i couldn't do without.
You protected my insecurities in the past and you do so now.....

You struggled with me to help me grow...
I could sense your own pain but still could never be courageous enough to acknowledge.
Believing in your strength and cherishing the same and building my own.

Every time you come forth and gather my insensibilities, that's true!

Yours……Bee 🐝

2. Breath

 

My Breath.

Will I breathe normally again...
To behold you every moment is to breathe normally.
To sense you about me is to live normally.

Wondering at the manifestation of thoughts about you...
None of them leave me in my solitude nor in a crowd.
They engage me like there's nothing else to think about.

Brooding at your smiling eyes....
Your half smiles to enchant my soul is something I can never feel changing.
Brushing my soul often with your fluttering glances is something I long for so often.

Your passing by me briefly leaves a trail of interrupted thoughts....
Thoughts of ordinary proximity enhanced to bewildering feelings.
Leaving me unsettled for the rest of my stream of consciousness about your presence.

Will I ever breathe normally.....Without you? 

Yours..... Bee 🐝

Hankering

Multiple names to as many emotions…

Is this prose or poetry..

Nobody knows..... Not even me.

It is what I feel...
When I miss you and feel you like a touch of the souls....
A craving that finds its way through words.

It fills the void between words and feelings...
Something that I don't realise I do...
Almost all the time, awake and sleeping alike.

The recognisable flutter of you in my heart...
Which ticks like a breath in and out...
Is something I yearn all the time.

Times have conjured to resonate this feeling to an eternal experience of my being....
You're something that I implore timelessly...
To widen the scope of my life experience.

Your figurative realms sometimes unsettle my soul...
Questioning my delinquency if any at all...
It isn't what I control, yet so evident of my helplessness in matters about thoughts of you.

Yours..... Bee 🐝