Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

like a ladybug, my thoughts walk on tiptoes toward a leaf of a rose, shaded by its petals full of crystalline dew from a dream's origin where was never too late to love you, subtly. this hysterical lust kept in my coded essences you felt it, too, on your lips, for five long years, hunting me musically in a bouquet of red wine, sufficiently for your whispers to kiss my body. i lost even my thoughts' number full of spirit, since i've been loving you… metamorphosed in a rain of a summer, in a season of the sun, saluting inquiringly, our love's bizarre strategy.

my legs got tightened up, got crossed, got rigid. they forgot what flexibility is. my joint got fettered in the sky's shred of your thoughts, when you kissed me. in me was in a flash the ± ∞ °C degrees; i got freezing and melting in your arms. the sound articulated by my entire body lasted an forever in the grip of your long. universe was listening to my confession; loving you madly made your light shine in. on the double, love burgeoned inside me. its scent is released through all my pores. the cold is felt warm, warm is felt good. i never feed myself enough, but i'm lively. full of love, i dance and travel wherever. something on me has the pulse of yours.

love has its own path; it's like a fine gas which spreads in you through all your blood. it's like a poison that paralyzes you before you know it. when you realized, it's too late. the time is too short or too fast. all you can say is, — have that certain thing, (un p’tit je ne sais quoi)

And just like that, you evaporated... puff... I didn't find any justifiable argument, considering our friendly conjecture, a reason for which I had to figure out... why…‽ (...could this be a trigger for you to stop seeing me sad, frustrated, or complaining about myself in an equal and contagious frequency about pains created by a headache or fake loyalty of people that are pretending to be something they are not)… (...or could this be a type of indicator in view of the fact that you don't want to see me anymore agonizing too easily because of others' suffering)…‽ As you see, deep down in my mind are planted some questions that are patiently waiting to bloom for spreading the scent of a right answer. Either way, passagerly, maybe it's because you think too much about me even when you really don't want to feel me in your subconscious any longer... If it's not this, what could be the other cause…‽ I can't stop wondering myself. However. No matter what you'r...