Love Starts With Quick Sand Hearts

Before I gave you one last love letter
enclosing my once frozen heart,
you looked at me with such blind eyes, but never quite saw the truth.
You looked so far beyond the dimensions of my emotions.
You tried so hard to see the details that you missed the obvious.
Every smile that would curl upon my lips.
Every laugh that would escape my lungs.
Every word that I held onto for all that time.
But as I gazed into your stare I saw nothing, yet everything there ever could be.

By then I had sunk so far into your quicksand heart,
that I didn't want to get out even if I could.
I was confused as to whether this suffocation was pain or pleasure,
and no matter how hard you looked, you couldn't see me being engulfed by you.

My heart then started to beat once again,
for it hadn't in such a long time.
But before it only beat with life,
and now that I loved, I had a reason to live again.

Every beat was a pulse of love, and every pulse put a crack in the icy layer around my frozen heart.
Each time you'd come near, it would crack faster
and melt rapidly.
From then on, you've been the only thing that pumps through these veins.

I knew my time with you was running short,
and the words that I kept bottled up wrote themselves down,
finding their way to your hands.

I needed to know if the looking I had done was a tad too far to see the possibility that you felt it too.

I waited for you...
but no response only made me look much further beyond that possibility.

And as I took my last breaths, I wrote you the last letter that I speak of,
attatched to my fully thawed heart.

The sand had then fully taken me over.

I always thought this love would kill me.

....

But you arrived in the knick of time to save me from the death I imagined I would fall to.