I don’t think you know how much I want to be like you.

it’s not like an obsession

not a mirror image to compare to

or copy paste,

but more like a deity

where I’m forever looking up

the words spilling from my hands only for you

in a constant state

of worship at your feet.

Already obtained world domination,

more importantly over my heart 

pouring gold for you

all for you

and as result

also me.

I don’t think you know how much I want to be like you

with the way you are able to phrase love 

in a way that cascades and drowns out

the nightmares and the coldness

and holds me tight

lulling me to sleep,

settling nicely on the tongue

like calico,

like a dream.

The way I love you makes me want to sing

and dance like the coming of spring

and the way you say you love me makes me weak

and I dare not take it for granted,

so with the blossoms of your words 

and the butterflies 

my heart pours gold for you

all for you

and as a result

also me.

 

(This poem is about how I, as an artist, am inspired by music artists to create my own work,

looking up to them for motivation, to someday acheive what they have acheived.)