MY COMFORT

I think I made you up inside my head

Like a Disney prince you came my way

Your name being my favorite word to say

I kept repeating it in my head

.

Being totally worn out like a shoe

Dived into the sea

Sprinted towards the depth

Observed your presence there, already,

Inside a shell, a pearl

.

Your seducing soul,

My huge wall of insecurity made a hole

The anxiety didn’t felt right

Told me to get afar from you

But the acuity of attraction

Like two different poles of a loadstone

.

The proximity rose up

Like burning end of a cigarette

Your bright smile,

brighter than the end of a tunnel

urged me to clench on to cactuses

and still felt like kissing your neck

.

My head had the tiara of ‘self-humility’

Pressing me to disgust myself

The warmth of your rough hands

Through my hair, along the spine

Got me intoxicated in intimacy

.

The giddiness I ran into

Just when you gazed my lips

That little smirk you left

Letting a whole adrenaline rush

.

My panicky guise; you caught well

Then my comprehension hit

You exactly are like someone I made in my head

You’re not a Disney prince, right?