Last night I saw you
again
getting very tired of those dreams and you and the never possible idea of us.
Maybe I miss you
Maybe I miss the attention
either way your presence is wanted. And I'm not caring that that comes off as selfish
You know all to well how to drop hearts and hands and hopes.
At least with me you do, oh how you've had a million experiences.
And that's selfish.
Because I was there every time waiting for you. And when I saw you again last night...You were walking away. You picked me up from right where we left off. Swept off my feet with no thought to hold onto my heart reaching closer to the moon and stars within a matter of skipped heartbeats.
Then all I saw was you walking away. You didn't say goodbye.
you didn't even look back.
And nothing seemed to be a more familiar sight.
It is what's best. I'd prefer to not see those eyes anymore. I feel stupid when reminded of them.
And everything reminds me of them.
They're all the 4 oceans put together making a blue so great you'd never predict they were always in high tide.
gray skies.
endless rain.
dangerous winds.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
I heard the storm warning beforehand but I guess I wanted to experience the waves...
So a lot of this is my fault because I chose to dive in.
And you taught me a lot about "everydays"
I couldn't help but wonder what version I was going to get of you each day.
I learned quickly to appreciate the sunlight over the rain. But one always seemed to follow another in a cycle going so fast it just ended up in a downward spiral.
But there you were again.
Messy hair and eyes from the storm
Again, there you were with your painted sunset face I eventually gave up on trying to ignore.
You were all the shades, breezes, temperatures and textures that quickly grew to become my favorite heart smeared onto a canvas.
And I named it "I still love you."
-a painted heart from one to another