Morning Person

I first saw the stars, not in the sky but

in your eyes.

I learned what hills were

by tracing the outline of your silhouette.

You asked me once why my knees

turned to melting candles when you

came near

“because I love you”, I said.

That was the first time and

for several ticks we buzzed and perhaps

you melted a little bit too.

 

I wasn’t a morning person till I met you.

Waking up at 5 am,

I couldn’t wait to hear your voice.

You were my sunrise.

And when I’d pick you up my eyes would shine

like a thousand city lights

and you’d ask me why…

sometimes I’d joke around

pretending it wasn’t

because I love you...

because... I love you...

I love you…

 

Somedays I’d walk next to you letting my fingers

hover as close to yours as they could get,

hoping that maybe you’d reach out.

Most times I gave in and curled myself

around you.

All I ever wanted was for you to say

I love you back and mean it.

If I never gave in my hands

would have stayed cold.

 

You have trouble touching,

I’ve heard “don’t touch me”

so many times I forgot what skin feels like,

I can’t touch someone without first

asking eight times “are you sure?

are you sure? are you sure?”

I create bubbles between us

because I love you

 

We found our place though, didn’t we?

You learned to lean on me without imploding,

I learned to slow my cyclones down to

a heart beat of 1118 per minute.

I can’t help but think

how strange it is that

you are the best love I’ve ever had.

 

You left me

so you could

date people you didn’t love

and

do dumb things,

like drugs.

 

I let you go,

because I love you.

 

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