You and I
a love for us, by us, but is it meant for us?

Ma’am, you are my solid rock.
And I, your sacred space.
We go together like peaches and cream,
Sweet addiction at first taste.
Like fine wine,
I want to swirl you around my palate—
Savoring every sweet note
With that biting tingle to balance.
If only I could take another sip.
Not only of your lips,
But what’s up here.
Touch you in places intangible,
Venture into crevices inescapable
As I deep dive inside of your mind—
Searching the unimaginable
Until you share all the desires
That I’ve yearned to find.
We’ll ride the waves of our auras,
Both of us more than happy to drown.
Careless as fuck.
No life vest.
Going under,
Yet never stressed.
Nothing less
Than Category 5 tsunamic.
Vibing out like Jack on the Titanic—
I am more than ready to go down.
On you,
With you,
As I get lost into those eyes,
Completely mesmerized,
Unable to maneuver.
They’re like galaxies curled in your gaze.
And damn girl!
You’ve got a hold on me tighter than Medusa.
That’s cool—stone-cold.
Because I crave being trapped in your smile,
Embracing you in my arms.
Let us stay here forever.
Endless and eternal
In our own little world,
Our unpoppable bubble,
Just you and I together.
Where love means so much more
Than just words.
Where time slows into a curve.
Where intimacy and intelligence converge—
Speaking a language that cannot be heard,
But felt.
Felt in our kisses.
Felt through the palm of my hands
Melting into the decadence of your skin.
Felt behind our eyes
Burning with past trauma—
Being extinguished
So that they can tell our story
Of a new love rising from its ashes.
Phoenix.
We are mythical,
You and I.
Raw,
Uncut,
Unfiltered.
You and I,
Almost biblical.
Flawed with passion unrushed,
Loud as a whisper.
Soft as sin—
Your breath on my ear
Awakens an inferno within.
As my fingers trace the heat
Of where your secrets begin—
Genesis.
Writing our own scripture
Of a newborn love
Gardened in the roots of Eden.
There.
There, the silence moans louder
Than it’s ever been.
There, our souls ignite
Without permission—
Giving us something
We’ve both been missing.
Giving voice to a hunger
We’ve long been kissing.
Breathing magic into a bond
We’ve refused resisting.
You and I,
Woman and man.
Me and you,
Lovers and friends.
Us.
Against a world
That doesn’t stand a chance.
Because together—
Together—
Our bodies tell no lies.
Our minds fellowship,
Unadulterated and wise.
Wise enough to know
That there is no greater love
Than the one I wish to share with you.
But it’s fear.
Fear that won’t allow destiny
To fulfill what she has to do.
Our fear.
Paralyzing,
Terrifying,
Logic-defying fear
That has convinced us
That we don’t deserve to be happy.
Whispering lies that we’re not meant to be.
Sowing seeds of doubt, shame, and self-pity.
Has us second guessing
If we’re even ready
For the weight our love could carry.
Even though, time and time again,
Our resilience has proven the contrary.
Fear.
Defenseless.
Relentless.
This senseless fear is a motherfucking liar,
Yet we hold its deceit as the gospel truth.
Honey on the tongue, but salt in our wounds
Because we are the fools.
Foolish enough to sabotage our own story
Before it had even begun.
Choosing to toy around,
When our love could’ve soared
To infinity and beyond.
Light years.
Billions of miles,
Cosmic.
Intergalactic.
But instead of flying,
We simply fall with style.
How predictable,
Carelessly pragmatic.
We are fools.
Fools who flirt with a chance
Only to ghost fate.
Fools that live for the plot
As an excuse to avoid heartbreak.
Fools who run from happiness
To make their own greatest mistake.
Why do fools even fall in love
If they’re willing to let fear fuck it up?
That’s why—
You and I
Will never be.
We can never become an us
Until we let go of what was.
Until we face the fear
We’re too afraid to discuss.
Until we fight—because we must—
For the love we were born to trust.
We can never be.
So until then—
You and I should always understand:
That there is just you,
Simply I,
But there is
no and.
About the Creator
Terrance D Waters
I love to write. I love to read. Have been doing both since the age of 3 and I never plan to stop.




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