Dark Therapy

To You...

You trace delicate images in the air with your fingers,
I watch your face alight with every eager tone,
Your slender hands wave about creating mystical images that make it easier to see every adventure you stumble into,
Your words hold magic,
not the kind that weaves spells and potions,
But the one that makes my heart beat faster or my world feel safer,
And I know it's impossible,

But hey, can I tell you?
I've been smiling a lot more and eating a lot better,
It's like I've entered into the world of my favorite book and maybe that's why it's magic.

I think you could be a favorite book.

I sometimes think I give you too much power and it frightens me,
how quickly I've gone from knowing about you to missing you.

I don't want to give you that power.

I doubt you see me stare at you from the corner of my eye,
Trying to memorize your face because I've read way too many books and luck has never been kind to me,
And I hope you think it's not freaky,
–I just think you're really beautiful.

I've always seen the thunder and heard the lightning,
And have found myself cowering,
But you–

Hey you,
With your bright eyes and bright hair,
You make me want to feel the rain and dance in it.

Never in my life have I been awestruck or tongue tied, and yet I find myself grasping for words around you.
I think I want to give you too much power.

You see I–I have rarely wanted,
I've been brought up better,
But you,
You, with your words that glow like the stars, and your touch feather light and brave,

You make me want.

You call me pretty and my eyes beautiful, but darling you,
–You would put the entire universe to shame.

And I think...just for once,

That maybe–
–Just Maybe,

Fate is on our side.

–An ode to what was, what is and what might be.

A.A