Literature
Romantic Irony
I can't breathe when I'm without you,
But you take my breath away.
These little ironies are what compose
The core of destiny and what we are,
What we are not;
The flaws that somehow make us more than
Perfect beings, joined together:
Humans, flawed, when we're apart.
Your love, it takes my words away:
You leave me speechless,
But I'm writing this for you.
How can I say
What cannot, by speech, be expressed?
I want to punctuate my dreams;
I want to speak in tongues for you –
The half of the whole is the nothing.
So here I am, and I'm empty,
Thoughtless, mindless and alone.
You're sitting just across the room,
But you are still