Joe

 They told me, I'm in love. Well is this what love really is, Joe? Is it feeling as if you have gone through a red light full speed, non-stop? Is it feeling as if you are going to suffocate every moment you do not get a sample of his cologne? Joe, do you think your loves presence in me makes you less interested in me? Do runners really get chased? I don't think so. Joe, here I am chasing you madly but do not get me wrong this won't be for too long. At a point where your interest seems so stagnant and you seem too arrogant I will let go of your hand. I will put a stop to my speed, step on the break real hard even stop at a green light. Joe, I can see through your eyes into your skull. I can see your heart yet can't reach a mile into your mind. What makes you protect your thoughts that much, is it all you care about? You are very careless, you do not fall into my traps. You do not play checkers to my chess, you play blackjack. I write about you and you know so, does that stress you? I promise Joe, I won't ask for more than a nights time with you. Although, if you do I couldn't have said no. You make me try to change in a way. I'm trying to learn how to not dig my nails into my neck when I see you are somewhere else. I propose, this is love. I assimilate that what I'm feeling is real pure love. Do not creep out. I am honest with my feelings, real careful with my ink. Does it ever scare you that I share my thoughts with you? I have too many questions for you, yet, would they bore you, Joe? If I'm boring you then I ask you to excuse my truth, I could lie to you if I wanted to real good. But I won't, at any cost. Because what I dream of isn't of you next to me or on top of me, but you plainly. My only dream is you, Joe. Could I ever dream of you? Could I ever be so selfish? To observe you, and love you, not to arrest you or hold you. Tell me, Joe give me answers at all costs. My love for you is pulsating, Joe. Hear it.