Wednesday, 13 April 2011
I remember once,
not too long ago -
I gazed awe struck at the way in which people would caress each other,
I didn't understand how the space between two people,
miraculously became no space at all...
How the individuals wanted it to be that way.
I understand perfectly now.
What doesn't make sense,
is being any other way.
I can't stop touching you,
Can't get enough of your hands on me.
I can't stop kissing you.
It makes less sense that there could be a you
And the space between us stretches and retracts,
Its no space at all.
And I can't believe once upon a time -
not too long ago,
I wouldn't have been able to fathom this at all.
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
There's something special about you,
Like you studied all the things a girl could ever want
and kept them stored up, saved for me.
Like you are all the things I could ever have wanted you to be.
There's something special about the way you make me feel,
Like I'm invincible, untouchable,
as special as you.
Like I'm deserving, justified, for feeling the way I do.
There's something special about us,
Like we're unbreakable, unmalleable,
it feels so real.
everything I believe this hand is supposed to deal.
'Ti voglio bene' - I want good things for you,
it doesn't matter if I'm included or not.
I've never felt so unobsessioned, unburdened,
it doesn't matter that I care. A lot.
There's something so special about it,
about the smile you gave me - the one I wear every day,
the one thats not easy to take away
because it was here before you.
You just give me a reason to smile wider
If you weren't real, I'd have made you up.
I used to dream you.
But I don't need dreams anymore,
when this is what is true.