Impulsive Grips

Feeling things is like,

Feeling things,

I don't like feelings, oh impulses where are you?

I miss you so.

The look on my face is distorted,

My eyes betray a soul that is contorted,

I feel like in this nucleus we have more,

Unfortunately it is the eschaton knocking on the door.

Tell me everything will turn out all right,

Tell me it is like this all the time,

But when she didn’t come back that day,

All control was lost and we had nothing

I saw her face in glow of the streetlight,

I knew I’d go before she even budged,

She was glistening like Galadriel,

Hewing into my soul as if being dropped in from above

Looking not to what we have,

I look to what we never had,

I was simple-minded and just a lad,

I was a child in the eyes of Eros.

Daunted I return to the scene,

Her smiling face serene,

Straight off of F. Scott’s pages,

Daisy here in reality’s final stages.

A picture of impulse I was,

Bended knee and head held up,

Staring down at me with doe like eyes

I just need you in my life is what I cried.

I knew nothing but that I loved,

So much in a span of time I created a rift,

I was on cloud nine thanks to her lift

For me reality being left behind was a gift.

Feeling things is like,

What she did to me in no expanse of time,

Impulsively I now walk away,

Wondering why I can’t go back to that day?

I would still be the fool I am,

I would still stand up and take her hand,

I would stare into her eyes, and she would know,

This is one grip that’ll never let go.