The Insanity Vol. II : Love Through the Eyes of Madness

Explosion- there's confusion, panic, all trying to overcome this rush of blood to my head that gives my hands the power to show her my soul- gives my eyes the power to see the truth behind her words, my ego the power to contain itself and everything else the power to survive the incredible experience that is her presence........... my heart races as I try to hide the darkest side of me which I know she can see even though she has never truly seen me- her eyes going straight past whatever distance that separates us and diving straight into the parts of my spirit that I lost touch with ages ago- and I know that by these first ten seconds- I'm in for a very long night............. the more smooth I try to be, the more I think about the things I say- the more I forget who I really am, and the more it frustrates her- my mind pouring like water through my own hands and landing like the first November snow in hers- she molds it, shapes it, and shoves it back in my face just to make me see the horrible things I'm doing- the more I try to impress her the more I push her away................. She's like a wildfire that never quits burning- instead of bringing destruction, she brings warmth, instead of ash, kindness, and instead of burning away what was once beautiful, she burns away all that which covers up the true sight to be seen that lies within us all........... She's like a sunrise over a glass ocean, bringing light to all who will see it- giving life itself to those who are willing to make the leap of faith and let her into the greatest depths of their being- although spending too long a time in her presence can cause addiction, affliction, and all too often a severe dependency- something which can destroy those who are weak, for she is always gone longer than she is actually there.............. but then again she is like the waves relentlessly crashing a sandy shore, always arriving and leaving again, never knowing where she truly wants to be, though unlike the frequency of the waves, she more closely mirrors the height- always unpredictable, sometimes gentle, kind, and always a little destructive- but only in the best of ways..........though she is more than all of these things- more than any number of things I could ever imagine given a span of a thousand years, but like explaining time, even explaining God, the best way to explain her to consider the many effects she has on all those around her............... to some- an enemy, to others- a friend, to a select few- a very reason for existence, a source of daily strength eclipsed only by religion itself- someone who gives everyone every reason to hate her, but always just ends up showing them why she cannot be hated.......no one can deny what she has done, the mistakes she's made- though almost no one can find it in themselves not to forgive those things, embrace them, cherish them- because they have created her and shaped her into who and what she is today, and that is something so beautiful that it would take a hundred volumes to fully describe.............. though to someone like herself, to someone who has walked a path parrallel to hers, what she is and what she does is something undeniably different- she strongly brings out in me the very same traits which we share- perhaps the first among these being the fun loving, innocent insanity that she has never lost touch with- though I felt was lost to me long ago, when I felt what I thought was the ultimate pain that destroyed my soul- though she has shown me many times over how wrong I was............ she crushes those things in me which even I find unnatural, showing me an abyss where I once saw only a shallow pool-showing me that who I am in my own mind is very different than who I am in my heart, and who I have always been in my very soul................... her life like a film that the best in Hollywood couldn't write, a story of pain, of regret, darkness, and ultimately forgiveness- a level of which previously shown by only the greatest of souls- perhaps that is a sign, perhaps hers is one of the few souls alive today that can change the world simply by it's very existence- perhaps only changing the world for two people, someone she loves, and someone who loves her...........what she truly is I've tried so much in vain to describe, though in the end there are only a very few who know enough to realize that we are trying to describe the indescribable, and I count myself as a very lucky soul indeed to be in that number, perhaps the result of God, Karma, or something much more elusive, but in the end, she is.......................
Beauty
Radiance
Intelligence
Tenderness
The one who I truly love


I've actually been a pretty traditional poet for a while....though perhaps the best thing I've ever written came when I stepped out of my comfort zone and just put my soul on paper. This is written all about someone who I know as many things, and by many names...though perhaps, you all know her as...Nikki.

Awwww! You're such a sweetie. Thanks soooo much. For everything. *Points and whispers* That's about me!