JustLikeADream
Favoured Frenzy
Everything Is You
Everything that reminds me of you
reminds me of you.
Those small, little eyes
that grow smaller when you smile;
that smile you wear whenever you speak to me;
the crooked look you give me
when you catch me getting lost in you.
Even your thick hair,
a meadow I once imagined running my fingers through,
letting them disappear somewhere deep within its wildness.
Your broad hands, your wider chest,
all those little pieces of you
that my eyes have foolishly memorised.
Please, leave me enough of the world
to look at someone else.
Because every time I do,
I find you waiting in the shape of them.
And I fall again, not for them, but for you.
And in doing so, I hurt myself
and everyone who was never you to begin with.
So please,
don't be so gorgeous, dear gorgeous.
Perhaps then my eyes might learn
to look elsewhere.
Because you are blind
to the way I stand beside you,
while I,
I have always been blinded by you.
Maybe that is the difference
we were never able to cross:
you, unaware of the light you carry,
and me, standing too close to it
to see anything else.
All I know is,
beneath every difference,
beneath every distance,
beneath all the reasons
we were never meant to become us,
there are still two people,
you, and me,
the same naive girl
who somehow wandered too far
into the forest of loving you
and forgot the way back.
~J
Everything that reminds me of you
reminds me of you.
Those small, little eyes
that grow smaller when you smile;
that smile you wear whenever you speak to me;
the crooked look you give me
when you catch me getting lost in you.
Even your thick hair,
a meadow I once imagined running my fingers through,
letting them disappear somewhere deep within its wildness.
Your broad hands, your wider chest,
all those little pieces of you
that my eyes have foolishly memorised.
Please, leave me enough of the world
to look at someone else.
Because every time I do,
I find you waiting in the shape of them.
And I fall again, not for them, but for you.
And in doing so, I hurt myself
and everyone who was never you to begin with.
So please,
don't be so gorgeous, dear gorgeous.
Perhaps then my eyes might learn
to look elsewhere.
Because you are blind
to the way I stand beside you,
while I,
I have always been blinded by you.
Maybe that is the difference
we were never able to cross:
you, unaware of the light you carry,
and me, standing too close to it
to see anything else.
All I know is,
beneath every difference,
beneath every distance,
beneath all the reasons
we were never meant to become us,
there are still two people,
you, and me,
the same naive girl
who somehow wandered too far
into the forest of loving you
and forgot the way back.
~J
