Glitter

Do you know what it is that you do to me? Cause I sure as hell don’t. I can’t quite figure out whether it’s the story in your eyes that communicate through your gaze, the captivating sparkle in the windows to your soul. It’s as if you polished them perfectly for me to peer into. And the pieces I have discovered are not everyday findings but treasures that others have searched and searched for and had come to find failures instead. I don’t know whether to boast it to the world or keep it to my humble self and embrace it behind the closed doors of my own soul.  But oh the world can be such a nasty place and the beauty can be lost in translation through our everyday lives of daily complaints and obligations we take zero pride in doing. So maybe, if I were to share the subliminal splendor of your enchanting soul- the world would be a better place. And with the world being a better place we would call it ours. And those obligations would turn into moments to get to the future’s memories.  And every day we would accomplish three impossibilities before the sun found itself in the west.  And at night we would lie in tangled limbs of love on feather pillows and fluffy mattresses. And the fear of growing old would disintegrate with only the glitter left of the thought of growing old with you. 

Yours

Tattoo my soul

With the surface of your fingertips

And each glide of your touch shall be an image outlined from your heart

And with every sweep of your flesh against mine will be another feeling

For anyone yet to experience what I experience

Your eyes tell a thousand stories

Stories yet to be lived

Within the borders of your lids

And amidst the green glowing maze of your iris

I want to be your narrator

Your plot

Your happy ending

Anything but your writer

As long as I am 
Your climax

Your drama

Your suspense

Your romance

Yours

You Two Look Happy

Why didn’t I like you the first time? You know, the time I had you. There’s no need for ever saying first time… there will never be a second time. You were there. In plain sight, clear view. I mean clear sight, plain view. I don’t know anymore. My words are even starting to askew. And now I’m starting to rhyme. Am I just examining what I used to have because what I have right now lacks what I know I need? I know I need you. But you’ll never know. You could be reading this and not even know I’m talking about you. Yes, you. Were we ever together? Did we share a spark? I didn’t even mess this up. I just kind of…sort of… forgot about you. The forgotten will forget the original forgetter. I don’t think it hurt you, but if you gave me the chance, I could get you in the position to be hurt; emotionally, of course. And when I say I can get you in the position to hurt you, I’d be right there with you, sharing all the love vulnerability that love vulnerability can get.

She’s pretty, you know. And you two look happy. Why did I ever let it get this way?