You get a taste
You want the whole plate
But it's not yours to take
The order isn't up.
You haven't eaten in days
And you feel the hunger pains.
Hardly standing on your meager frame
It's not a meal you throw away
This is Love, it's not a game.
Saturday, January 04, 2014
Can you blame me for wanting you?
Look at you!
You know what you see when you look in the mirror.
Take a peek.
Nine? No. Dime.
Every time you speak you say something in ink.
I cannot erase it, it is in my mind.
But it isn't just the words you choose to say
It's the tone and cadence
the delivery that makes me feel this way.
It is also what you hold back, the refrain.
I get it, this is different, no need to explain.
Your smile hides little hints behind it.
It is far too charming.
That is the only way I find it.
The warmth in your eyes,
They are my demise.
It is more than twinkling bright
It is next level, fire in the skies.
All I want is a half a chance
And maybe I can make you laugh.
So I can see you smile
It melts me.
It is soft, hopeful, sincere.
It has layers and when it happens,
Everything is clear.
There is honesty inside you
And I can feel it when we are close.
It seeps out like pheromones and attaches to my soul.
It latches and fills in the empty pieces.
Someone to finally make me whole.
I don't write metaphors.
My mind works differently.
Open honest straightforwardly
I like you.
I think I could end up really liking you a lot.
I'm not opposed to one day loving you
and then doing it every day to forever
That doesn't scare me.
I may be still getting used to the idea of together.
Know there is nothing I want more.
I'm just used to alone and doing it on my own
and living independently.
I've been doing it so long.
It's all I really know.
But I want to learn.
I want you.
I don't have issue with imagining you
saying yes, I do.
Eyes locked in love
I know what this was,
Carried away with figurative things.