a simple irrational story.

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I want to tell you a story
Of the day
I wrote you into my existence,
I want to watch your face as I recite words of true beauty
A collaboration of sentences, that can only be described as you,
Magnificently,
Breathtakingly
You.
My descriptions will somehow always come short,
My words, will never be enough,
Just try this with me.
Shut your eyes,
I promise you’ll see more clearly if you do.
Because maybe when I tell you,
How you added something interesting to who I was,
Who I am..
How you made me believable,
How you turned me into the truth,
How you gave me something to fight for,
How for the first time,
I stayed ..
Maybe if you knew,
How with these humble words,
I let go of all my aches,
so you’d burden me with your own.
I’ll consume the sun and moon just to glow for you
Just to be on my way to mending your broken shell,
To making you whole again.
Just listen to our story,
Maybe you’ll see as clear as me,
It began with a request met halfway,
And just like that, I wrote you into my existence.
Placed you where you fit,
Along the folds of my body,
Right at the palm of my hand,
Grasping you to the infinite phenomenon that is us.
Tide to my existence you’ll stay. For as long as I breathe,
I exist.
And as long as I exist,
I am yours.

irrational coincidence

ImageYou force me to write you. 

And I do. 
 
Without pride 
Without ego
I play no games when I put you into words and fall for you
 
I have no thoughts that don’t include you.
I see you in every picture
I sway to you in every song
I seem to dream you in every dream
I think your thoughts like they were my own to begin with
I write words that only existed in you
 
I never really knew my own name until I heard you whisper it
Its funny, but It seems my lips were shapeless until you moulded them to yours
How is it possible that there was more to me than I ever knew?
It seems irrational that I only met me, the moment I laid eyes on you.
 
Maybe we met another lifetime ago
Maybe it wasn’t coincidence that I was all your pieces put together differently?
I think maybe
I have to believe that.
 
Because (maybe) it makes more sense than saying the truth.
 
You were a reflection of every dark, twisted and beautiful part of me.
we seemed to be one
Intwined into one horrifying mind
Me as you
And you as me
 
That is how I let you in
I waited for you to ruin it like you (maybe) did that lifetime ago.
What if you don’t?
What if you tell me I’m good and I’m breathtaking
and 
what if
Against every instinct in my body
I believed you.
 
Because,
What good is the word breathtaking if it cant be used to describe you?
I am you.
And you are me.
 
You showed me where I fit
And now I cant help but get hooked
Like an addict I needed to satisfy this hunger
 
I was made to fit you
And you were created just for me.
 
That is how I  lasted
That is how  became infinite.