Gone with the wind

I  saw you walking by

or, is it my mind wondering by?
A glimpse of you in the window

The wind blew your hair

and caressed your skin

O! how I envy the wind

The moment I turned you were gone

I looked for you, but you have  vanished

mayhaps the wind took you in her arms

perhaps the wind knew how to stole you from my eyes

I should have not hesitated

But I was too captivated by you

And now I must suffer so

I look for you every way I go

I hunt you down

but you were long gone

I hope she knows how to love you

the right amount of kisses

the proper way to hold your hand

I ought not to imagine me and you

I should have done something

Anything...

But I...

I loved you when you weren't mine to love

For that, I have been punished

For that I have to wait

And wait I shall

I must... until your heart has been broken

and then you'll come my way

I will mend it

I will treasure it

It  shall not be broken once more

I will not let you out of my sight

Not once...

Not ever...

Never

Nevermore...

Obsession

Emotions are not easily expressed

And yet we are obsessive compulsive communicative beings

Anxious to tell the world the way we feel

Even if we cannot fully understand it ourselves

Exploding through the need to share

Not only the bright but the deeply dark as well

Dreaming about the one who will fully understand it

Hoping for the one who'll see what's palpable in both light and dark

Imagining perfection in our lives

Yet hiding ourselves in a dark corner

Overwhelmed by the idea of love

And sharing that idea with a perfect human being

Always dreaming about it

We find ourselves prisoners of the mind

Not reasoning, but thinking constantly about that idea

Exhaustingly trying to figure out how to bring it to live

Forgetting about everything else

But that thought remains

That endless utopian dream

Analyzing...

Dreaming...

Thinking...

Hoping...

Longing...

Losing ourselves in the dream

Slowly vanishing what we once were

So there is nothing left...

but the irremediable consumption of the soul