Catching feelings

 

I promised myself that

I wouldn’t catch feelings,

but they blew into my face

like a cobweb in the winter breeze.

I promised myself

I could just let the thoughts

drift away, like a daydream

thrown into a summer stream,

but they kept returning

as the water was

flowing back towards me.

 

I promised myself that

I’d stick to this path alone,

but then it merged into a pathway

that you walked along,

You see,

it’s like I’m walking in a dream,

every moment is blurring around me

except the face that draws my eyes.

For those eyes, that smile,

the thoughts that reside inside,

they have taken refuge within.

They have built a home. A city

in my brain and I’m

walking its streets every night,

wishing for your heart to rain.

 

I promised myself that

no matter what,

I’d let all thoughts of love

fade into dust.

That I’d bury them deep,

like all those dead feelings.

I’d hold a funeral and weep,

I’d mourn, but in time I’d be

able to breath and maybe even sleep,

but now I can’t think straight,

I see you and I believe,

that love was always supposed to be.

 

And I promised that

I’d not catch feelings

That I’d stick to speaking my poems

and just let those feelings sleep,

but they are wide awake

stomping around my head

and I’m sat beside a riverbed

just holding them tight

like a cuddly toy

but all I want is to be

holding you instead.