Euphoria

by F.S. Yousaf

How much of a fool I was To have loved wholeheartedly Without fearing the outcome Of no reciprocation.

His silent cries of help as he is locked up in his depressing thoughts.

But no one else notices the agony he feels, For he covers it with a smile. A fake, dismal smile That tends to fool everyone.

You have to promise me That this is something We will work on. We will argue, we will fight, But we must make sure That it won’t be the end of us.

The way you have seen me Is rarely witnessed by others. I am bare-bodied, My thoughts, aspirations, and love Lay on the floor before you.

Enchant I had fallen for you, But never realized that I had done so. Everything about you was mesmerizing, Like a summer’s sunset, Or a full moon on a clear night. A perfect, beautiful distraction To whatever I had felt.

I dream of you, they are pleasant And I feel at ease with the way My mind has painted your being. But when I wake, I regret doing so. Only because you are not next to me, And too far for my hands to feel your skin.

Breathable moments Are only remembered When anxiety has struck, And has taken the privilege of air. I am alone, grasping at my ribs, Pleading myself to breathe, As my mind has made me believe That I am being suffocated By the walls around me.