it seems as if my heart exists solely to drum for you. it seems as if my blood exists solely to rush to my cheeks whenever i see you. it seems as if my fingers exist solely to long to trace them across your skin. it seems as if sleep exists solely for dreams of you. it seems as if my mind exists solely to remind me of you.

you are the reason.

you are the reason for my thumping pulse. you are the reason for the goosebumps rippling across my skin. you are the reason for late nights and love songs and gauzy memories that spill across my brain. ever since i met you, i have become ADHD. i cannot focus. i cannot concentrate. you distract me, but i’m distracted without you. can you help me?

you are the reason.

you are the reason for my sleepless nights. you are the reason for my desire for perfection. you are the reason for nearly all of my smiles, for each of my bursts of incandescent happiness. i cannot contain it. i cannot tame it. i cannot fix it. only you can, and you don’t want to. you’re stringing me along, and i am more than willing to be your puppet. at least i have you, in some form.

you are the reason.

you are the reason for my playlists full of love songs. you are the reason i love sunshine and daisies. you are the reason i am sane, and you are the reason i am crazy. please help me. i’ve fallen, quickly and completely, and i didn’t even know until i felt the hard ground beneath me. it knocked the air out of me, and now I’m scrambling, writhing, pleading with you to pick me up—for i am unable to do it myself.

you are the reason.

for this piece, and many more to come. you are the reason my writing exists.

you are the reason.