That crazy little thing. 
Have you ever been so attracted to someone that you can't even fully look at them. 

Not like you can't look at them like glance at them but you can't rely look at them. For when u pass at just even near them the connection is so strong, so deep that you feel as if everything moves in slow motion for the fear of the electricity sparking and making a new current. 

Eye contact is literally so dangerously impossible for the fear of exposing your soul's window and the curtain being left opened has made you tangled and enraptured so vulnerably not only lost in your transparency but also in how willing you are to be seen and to see the deepest most intense free side of someone. 
Have you ever had a small chance to be with this person. Where all the intimacy of souls and the electrical current could have been placed to start a fire that would have burned for energy and warmth. But instead of being the carpe to the diem you waited and avoided and lost that moment.

-Enjoying the view?
-I'm going to jump.
-Sure.
-Sure?
-Who am I to say you shouldn't jump? Perhaps they deserve it.
-Who?
-The people's hearts you're going to break when you touch water like concrete and dismember yourself. I heard it's painful.
-How do you know?
-I'm a forensic pathologist. I observe dead bodies all day long. I know when something hurts.
-Maybe the external pain wouldn't be as painful.
-As?
-My crushed heart? I know when something hurts, too.
-What did he do to you?
-Love somebody else.
-Then move on.
-I cannot move on.
-Then leave.
-Why?
-So he cannot hurt you anymore.
-The other end of the world isn't far enough.
-No man is worth this kind of hurt.
-This one is.
-No one is.
-I have forgotten how to be happy again.
-Start with a smile.
-*Even smiling breaks my heart.

When a heart breaks,
there is no surgeon to fix it.
There is no medication to remedy the pain.
When a heart breaks,
no amount of duct tape can hold it together.
Why must it be that because I'm s guy,
I am supposed to not feel heartbreak.
See,
Life is love.
And without love,
What is life?
MY heart is tired.
It has been taken,
returned,
taken,
returned.
One more return and I think I just might die
This place we call Earth hurts.
It really is a ****** up place.
Heartbreak is painful,
I know.
I just don't want it to happen again.
I want to love someone,
who loves me
and who will hold me
for the rest
of my life

I've always admired
the hands of a poet
fragile, yet capable of telling
the most breathtaking stories
and writing down
the most frightful thoughts
in the form of ravishing metaphors
so no one really gets
how dreadful they really are

the hands of a poet
can take you to a place
that’s constructed out of time and illusions
the hands of a poet
can lift you up
and make you fly
they can take you to the only place
that they would call shelter

I’ve always admired
the hands of a poet
because they can form the letters
so resolutely
while the words are still pondered about
they can make words look
like they’re on the right place

the hands of a poet
aren’t as damaged as their feelings
and unlike the mind of a poet,
they age
until the poet can’t write
the beautiful thoughts down anymore