Set Me Free

I get lost in you, but not in a fearsome way. It's as if I have discovered a new world after a jaunt through the forrest, untouched and unseen by any other human form. Water glistening as it descends down the rocks, plants flourishing as they reach for a warm, golden sun. A real thing of beauty drawing me in, that's what you are to me.

As aesthetically pleasing as this is and as relaxed as I feel, my heart depicts another scene than my head. To my heart, you are a wasteland, void of plant life and thirst-quenching water. You are like that of a desert, dry and scorching hot. My heart sees me, with cracked lips and hardly a voice, dying for a drop of water, crawling toward the nothingness you have given it.

The battle between heart and mind emerges as it always does. My heart is fearful of indifference. My mind is lost in the superficial. My final plea is this: Set Me Free!!! Please set me free. Tell me you love me and let me get lost in more than just the aesthetics. Let our bodies merge and I'll lose myself in your very essence. Let your scent linger on my skin, your kiss on my lips, your face on my mind, and your love on my heart.

Tell me you love me or don't. If you don't, I can finally let go of all of the possibilities of us in my mind. I can close the door on you and turn to face a different view. Hearing the words "I don't love you" would be unpleasant to my heart, but it, too, would set me free!