Loving Him

There was a certain ferocity that came from loving him;

A deep humming sound in the back of my mind.

It lit a fire in my body that sparked from my head to my toes.

In every sense of self, he enraptured me

Filling me so warmly with sparks of newfound affection.

Where I found nothing to be afraid of-

No ghosts to run from,

Or monsters to scream at-

There was merely a sprout of something in my chest

That sparked every time he came near.

And it was so wonderfully chaotic and wild

That the sun would set backwards,

And the moon was too scared to rise.

For the fire I had become

Was fiercer than any light the universe could procure,

And every fiber of my being shone for him.

In a deeply saturated kind of way

That overflowed every container,

And flooded over any wall that tried to stop it.

He made me see myself as brave.

As a brilliant beacon of light,

And I had never felt so amazingly sure of myself

Than in the moment where I first heard his voice,

And saw his brilliance that reflected the light I had in me

Of which I had never known.

-Natalie Cait