You

I look at you from every angle, and my heart begins to speak in a language of it's own.
Foreign to me, the one whom it belongs to, but native to you...the one who it is drawn to.
My heart starts to race, my pulse - pace faster at the thought of you.
You: running through my mind, your name wrapped around my tongue, seeping from my lips, holding back on every word as your name urges to slip whenever I speak...
I look back, and my past - deemed unpleasant, I don't see you there - I yearn to forget everything that isn't you, to relive every moment ensuring that you're included too.
Every option that doesn't scream you I turn from, every exhale that isn't you I hold my breath.
The temptation begins to accelerate, within the depths of my being I desire to be entwined with the name wrapped around my tongue, seeping from my lips. You.
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