who are we? a very monotonous phenomenon that one runs across on typical blogs, quotes and perhaps old public restroom doors....

But the essence of Us...
well, it can be summed up to either everyone, or a section of the rest, the rest of the world but us but in this case you and I exclusive of the world.

You and I comes to make a perfect equation of the Us ratio.
Come across my old writings to an address that reads Me...
how moving that a letter I must send to you I address to Me...

I'll now tell you about us...
how me is we and you carry not my half but my whole self with you.
I call you selfish, but you are so full of me and I of you.

How I fell in love with you before I even knew you,
how in my imagination and dreams you've always been the perfect soulmate and all my poems and stories actually transformed and became about You as if you were some form of prophecy or better yet the one I've always had but couldn't see.

Words may fail to commemorate and sum the word US up...
but when it comes to Us; that word purely means Love.

I long for you in every way,
mourn you everyday with the faded imprint of a day that will never come when you are not around, miss you in your presence, overthink you in your absence...
Too much of you going on in me,
Quite an illness this Us thing;
But I swear it's cured a lot of my illusions and fantasies of a love that is not Us.

when I think me I see you and when I think you I see me.
Is it Us or is it just really madness?

Trying to slip myself into reality to get away for you.
For in this decorated world of nothingness;
You are my illness and the cause to the loss of me.

My need to mention that Far, Alone, Absent, Cold, Numb are all that I feel when you are not around.

Perhaps the fear of losing you is what makes me push you away,
so that I might never have a scar in your name...
for you are the best not the rest.

Perhaps my disability of displaying it is a petty solid wave to try keep you in the dark for I fear the Power and all you would have if you knew how deeply I really loved and cherished you...
how I can't feel myself breathe or my own heartbeat in your absence as if they beat only for you.

My Love for you has brought about the Fear of losing you.
Perhaps that's why one finds it hard to love you right.

But before my eyes, since the night I laid eyes on you;
you are by far the most breathtaking encounter I've had.

I avoid eye contact because I see my future, past and moments that I cannot tell of are memories or a lost love I still look for everyday even when they are right before me.

Perhaps I've loved you and you disappeared, or had a beautiful dream of you and woke up and still cannot get used to the loss...

so I will not go on about the loss;
I haven't lost you,
I hope I will not.

but if faced with the question from the Universe;
I'd probably choose you over everything pit before me.

This is not a Love poem...
it's a poem about Us.
and Yes; We are Love.

A Love too real and true that the world is a bit behind time to comprehend.

but I'll always choose you,
I'll always search for you,
I'll always run back to you,
I'll always want you,
I'll always belong to you.

Because I've given so much of my love to You that I've become one with you.

My Father, Brother, Friend, Lover and above all;
my beloved husband who handles me like he read the manual.

and when you say I and I say You;
it's always Us both in a multiplied manner.
© Jupiter Zeus