Everyone has this distorted idea that the American dream is exclusively to become rich and successful in a world where it does not really exist that particular imaginary dream.
My personal definition of an American Dream is to be in your arms and never ever let go of hugging your soul with mine, our hearts intertwined..
Your scent lingering on my clothes.. on my body.. on my mind..
Your touch making me crave your presence even more..
Your own self easing my pain… both physically, emotionally and existentially..
Your own heart making my reality tremble..
In this broken and raw poem,
I want to express, testify, exclaim my deep affection and devotion for you..
How the faster time passes the deeper my heart falls for your persona..
How our broken hearts fit perfectly in a mixed-pained blood that just makes our lifes’ veins grow better and healthier..
How I want to kiss every little deep scar, both physically and emotionally, you ever had and encountered..
How I want to memorise your darkest traumas by making sure I could never ever trigger and make them bleed again..
How I want to kiss away every drop of dry black blood your past has ever stabbed you..
And how I deeply desire to memorise every inch of your body, so I could obssesively admire and become completely devoted to the divine work of art your highness represents..