Rizzles

She smiles.
And I melt a little inside.
She is so beautiful, but she doesn't know it.
I long for her to be mine.
To feel her kiss me.
To feel her sweet caress.
To run my fingers through her long dark hair.
To kiss her olive skin.
I listen to her talk and I can't stop the grin
from spreading across my face.
I shouldn't feel this way, for her,
my best friend, my only friend.
I'm the queen of the dead.
I'm not fit to stand by her side
and yet I cling to her. As if I am losing a piece of myself.
She takes the pain from my life and fills it with light.
I'm lost. Lost in the moment. So much so that I don't see her move.
Then I realize
She's drawn near. Almost too near.
I can't hold myself back.
I take the last few steps and she leans down.
Then we are kissing.
The world spins.
How long has she felt the same?
But it doesn't matter now.
I'm finally whole.