I'm tired of this nostalgic feeling,
I want to be able to look you into your eyes and see the depths of your emotion.

I want to kiss you and have you hold me. I want to be able to express how I feel and end unwarranted relations.

I want to sink my vines and overlap your conflicts. I need to feel your heartbeat inside mine. The pull and compression of each muscle until I bare to cease as an utter example of compression and outwardness.

I want you to look at me, In this closet of mirrors. And I want you to feel the same.