I have a confession to make
I know it’s probably late over there in your side of the universe
but I can’t let another century go by…
before I say what’s on my mind
You are my guy.
The man I know will see me at my weakest and still lift me up.
You fill my cup.
You are my rock, when I’m stuck in my own muck;
and even though you don’t know it,
I’ll probably won’t ever show it.
I love you.
I’m always there by your side when you need me.
I know it’s not easy
It’s a lot to take in.
These words coming out of me like thunder and lightning in a storm,
but I could not hold back any more
I Love you.
I dream of your happiness and I rejoice in your voice.
No no this isn’t about just that.
Even though you’re in my frequent fantasies.
No
You are a king, dressed in paupers clothing.
Pretending till you get your chance to shine.
You’re not just mine.
I would not want that for you.
You are a free spirit capable of greatness but I must confess you short changed yourself.
Put your heart up on a shelf, and forget to love yourself first.
You have that thirst for self-destruction … combustion… obstruction of…
YOU.
You invite others to step over your might, just because you’re fed up with being first in a sea of moderation.
So you might as well fuck it all up.
You gave up.
If I had a dime for every time I wanted to shake you and make you see how wonderful you are to me.
Don’t you see?
I love you.
Eleana Kouneli 