i'll never be able 
to tell just how much 
i think of you..
i feel that
a day is wasted 
if i dont talk to you..
it's true that
a day is bad 
if i dont see you..
if you're not there
a part of me 
is missing..
something surfaces,
and surfices,
i feel that my hands,
and head
and heart..
are all with-held
in hard stuck vices.
you are the utopia,
my euphoric drug
of choice,
when i'm around you..
it feels as though
i have no voice
and yet i talk
and ramble on
hopefully
covering a topic
that we share
in common
insterests.. interesting
i find you
to truelly be,
of hot,
my epiphany.

xox
Kyelle