This isn't poetry... but it's something I've been thinking about. You don't have to read it, if you do you don't have to comment on it.
...at night when I think of her, for some reason everything seems calm. I don't understand why or how but somehow knowing that somewhere out there somebody feels the way I feel...
It's comforting. The feeling of knowing that out there, somebody worries about you, loves you, wants to be with you so badly... somehow that's a good feeling.
During the daytime, I struggle with an urge to... do things to those around me. It's getting harder with every day, but it eases almost completely if we talk... if I hear from her.
She clears away the cloudiness in my mind, makes things so easy for me to think about, ends my confusion... if only I did the same for her.
She is my light, she gives me strength when I feel my own nature starting to close in around me, gives me the will to resist. I value her so much... and only ever want to protect her.
..I just realized something. Sitting here... since the day I met her... i have been under a vow to protect her... a vow to myself.
...I take my leave of you now.