Connection
I wish words didn't exist
I wish to look into another's eyes
Have their feelings flood into me
As I begin to cry their tears
And have their joy escapes from my mouth.
I want to experience the souls
We say we see when we peer into
The pupils of another
The tiny dark circle becomes a wormhole that we fling ourselves into with no fear,
As we dive into the world of others.
I want to deconstruct empathy to its elements.
I want to be taught the way the earth shifts when you walk
I want to know how the wind tingles against your skin
I want the third degree burn of the fire in your heart when you love with your whole chest
and feel the cool relief the waters that wash your worries away with that shower at the end of the day
I want to connect.
I want to go to bed with you at night
I want to dream your dreams and achieve with you
as those dreams become real.
I don't want you to explain how your emotions can take hold of your actions
I want to take hold of your emotions and unravel them to their beginning
Wrap each thread that has been stitched
To Make the perfect outfit that is you
I want to know What you wear out the door
And for a moment see the world through your colours
I don't want anymore words
As i stand here and say this poem
As I project these webs of intricate vocabulary and trap you with my word play.
I don't want you to listen to me
I want you to feel me
As I gaze into all of your eyes we are creating our own red strings of fate
As I stand here before you
My emotions are on their knees I am begging you to understand me becasue
Letters have their limits
Syllables have an end
I want us to see each other as souls before strangers
I don’t want rigid bridges between us
I want our connections to fold and bend
I wish words didn’t exist
I wish body language was the template for understanding
Misunderstanding is too often the basis of communication
As we talk and talk and talk down a road with no destination.
We're tripping on the tracks
We’re competing in this race
Sweating until only self doubt is what glistens on our faces.
Who will be the first to happiness?
Who’s happiness will be worth more?
Can I be happy for you when I want what you have and more ?
When I haven’t even begun to understand how much of yourself
you have poured into this golden cup we all see as success
While we choke with each refill
While we gag as we struggle to hold onto the breast of life
that nourishes our desire to survive.
I wish words didn't exist because.
I'm afraid this poem that I wrote at home
while my hands were shaking that it still wasn’t enough.
I’m afraid that even with all these words
Nobody will really understand me.
