No amount of logic or reason, could make me see the feeling in your eyes when you look at me. These words come out, and the voice grows soft, but I'd never know if it's a pause to laugh or a shared silent moment of thought. I'm distant when I think I'm all there. And I'm lost when you think I'm walking along side you. I'd never cease to ask what's wrong, just to always make sure nothing was. I'll never hear the sadness in your voice, or know when it's time to stop joking. I'll assume everything is flowers and rainbows, until I stop and realize I haven't taken the time to figure you into the picture. I'll plan it all, the moment I wake in my head, but not care to ask if you want to do any of those things. The worst, about that, is my plans are always set in stone, unless you'd be patient enough to talk me through an anxiety attack for the next thirty minutes. It's the sound of the hat hitting the floor, and the next minute you might as well have been the person I hardly knew. But I don't want to forget you. I couldn't tell you why I hold on to certain things, and let the others go. And every day is a different book, with a new story to unfold. But I never said I wanted to live like this, and I never said I could.
But I'll love you with everything I've got to give, it's an ever growing notion. I can tell you I'll never stop keeping you in my heart, even near the end of our road.
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