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.