i look at him
and he looks at me
our eyes land upon each other
it's so obvious what we see
i
i see a gentle heart
a brain so labyrinthine, yet undoubtedly kind
i see his sharp wit
and his passion wherein he speaks his mind
i see his smile
his courage, his patience, his devotion
i see his every side
and i am smitten by every solitarily tangled emotion
he tastes like stars
he smells like dreams
he feels like reverie
crazy though it seems
i see his flawlessly sculpted face
i see how perfectly his late autumnal hair falls naked of failure
i see a masterpiece in every part of him
it's as though he's the sea, and on his boundlessly explorable waves, i'll forever be a sailor
he
he sees nothing more than nothing, and at that, i feel empty
he simply looks right through me
he's on the brink of pointedly dismissing
to him i'm just here, albeit hardly
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universes behind lonelier eyes
Poetrya collection of poems and contemplations; excerpts i may have re-written or gotten rid of previously. [side note: honestly this is gonna be a pile of shit i'm so sorry]
