It opens,

that pure white gap feels like a sclera staring at me

It fills with cherry filling

Cleanse it over "pure" water, again

And again

And again

That cherry filling still overflows

I barely feel anything

I don't feel anything

Or I just feel too much and it overwhelms all of me

This doesn't help anyone, yet I still want to feel something that's balanced

Exact

In between

I'm tired

 What more words are there to be said?

My love for you is pure enough, isn’t it?

Is it that it feels strained? 

But it’s true, I’ll always love you more forevermore.

Prickly like thorns,

Stingy like a cut,

Warm like a hot bath,

Light like timelessness,

Sweet as candy,

Fragile as glass,

And as hazy as a dream,

Words can’t define it, can they?

I love you.