There’s a post that mentions something along the lines of normal people say “I love you”and poets say
-I will adore every particle that’s ever been near your body and breath, because they are closer than even my hands could touch.
And it’s true, but that’s because sometimes I love you just doesn’t come close to the feeling I get in my chest when you touch me
Your fingers spread a wildfire through my veins with even the slightest brush
Your lips give fireworks in my heart that I can’t ever put out
When you look at me, the anxiety of wanting you so deeply feels like my stomach is the sea on its roughest day,
And its angelic to feel,
Your love it’s unlike anything I’ve ever known,
and sometimes even poetry isn’t enough
Idk when I wrote this so amma leave it here with nothing more as a note