I have fallen

So it finally happened. It's come to this. My poetry has gone to the dark side. And by that, I mean super cheese. Like, ridiculously so. I can't seem to stop. Things pop into my head, and they have to be written. I have several completed, but unpublished poems. I have many beginnings, middles, or snippets just waiting to be finished. And now I'm left with the question.... should I post any of them? Should I really share the cheese? Should I really subject you all to that? Is it even proper for me to post them publicly, or should I be saving them for only the eyes of their inspiration? Mehhhh.

Peace, Smiles, and Butterflies

I've never written anything quite like this before

But you inspire me to try

You didn't tell me to, but you don't have to

You know something? You make me do silly things

I am so silly for you

You. My wonderful boy

How could I not fall madly in like with you

When your voice embraces me with warmth and love

Every word filling me with joy

With peace, smiles, and butterflies

When your nearness intoxicates me

Your hugs envelop me with warmth, and pull me into the essence of you

Each kiss to my forehead or cheek is like one more cupid arrow finding its mark

How could I not write silly nonsense

When thoughts of you interrupt all else

And scramble any cognitive function with images of us together

Longing

A desperate ache to be with you

I am yours