It is believed that a person knows up to one-hundred thousand words.
Why is it that when you look at me every word is forgotten?
My heart rate quickens but my brain function slows.
The same thoughts swirl through on repeat.
Your eyes. Your eyes. Your eyes.
I cannot believe you are looking at me.
When you are gone, one-hundred thousand words come back to me.
Why is it that no collection of words describes you adequately?
My brain scrambles through the most poetic words I know.
Nothing sounds as beautiful as your laugh.
Alluring. Captivating. Enthralling.
I cannot believe you exist.