If only you could see yourself the way that I see you.
The way that your eyes crinkle and your cheeks crease into dimples when you smile super big. When you laugh so hard you don’t make a sound anymore, just a silent smile that I know you can barely contain. The way you walk as if no one notices you, but really I’m sure the whole room is staring.
Or at least they should be.
Your hair is so curly even you can’t control it some days. I know you wished it would flop over your eyes sometimes but it stands straight up, sticking out widely in different directions. I used to think I only liked guys with short, straight hair. I guess I was wrong. If you only you knew how much I love to run my hands through your hair while your lips are against mine.
It’s insane how talented you are.
You doubt every inch of your body but if you only knew what it really is capable of. I know. I’ve seen your fingers, dancing against the metal strings of your guitar like they are a couple in love, swaying back and forth to a beat you know like the back of your hand. Your hands move across a page and left in their wake is a melody, a sound that fills the white of the paper that was once there.
Everything you touch turns to gold.
Your touch is magic against any instrument, anything you decide you want to play. Your fingers play fire against my skin. The way you work your hands through my hair and down my back sends shivers tripping to my toes, curling them under themselves. Oh, my darling. If you only you knew.
How much I crave you.
I want to drink in your kiss like its the last drop of water on the earth. Your skin against mine sending fire to every inch, every corner of my body. I want to trip and fall into the ocean of your eyes. Even though you say you hate the color of them. I think they are the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
I hope you feel the same way that I do when we kiss.
The way that everything falls away and pools around my ankles like useless drops of water. The way that the darkness behind my eyes turns into stars and the stars turn into a galaxy full of planets and I’m spinning spinning spinning and I’m gasping for breath because I’m dizzy and I can’t get enough of your skin against mine so I breathe your breath filling my lungs with as much as I can of the beautiful sweet sweet air until I finally—
Sigh in relief.
You are like a breath of fresh air and when I go outside I can’t gulp enough of you. I wish that I could go outside more often. But I am trapped indoors. But then again so are you.
You are a stubborn ass but I love it.
You never give up on anything even if it's killing you. That’s how I know you'll never give up on me. You are so loyal and caring and kind and sweet and amazing and, wow, look at that I’m just making a list now. There is just too much that I can see to fit inside a book.
When the stars finally come out:
I know that you will be there with me. Sitting by my side, silent and strong. Your hands on my back, comforting me, protecting me, guiding me into a life I can imagine so clearly. I only wish you could only see it. The way that I see you.
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Clare Strayer
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Oh, Lover
Sometimes when I hear a certain song or smell a certain smell I am overwhelmed with a wave of nostalgia so strong im nearly swept off my feet. I can feel it swell in the pit of my stomach and blossom up through my chest, clutching at my throat and taking my breath away for a moment. I am taken to another time, usually a happier one. I can feel the air that I was breathing then and practically taste all the sights and smells around me. I close my eyes and the feeling intensifies. The moment eventually fades but if I want to feel it again all I have to do is listen to that song, smell that perfume, walk outside on a cold crisp night. Oh, lover I wish you knew how I think of you during these times. I wish I could bottle up the feeling and send it to you so you could understand a fraction, a droplet of my emotion that swims inside of me like a star in the sea of the galaxys. I wonder if you could understand if you would feel the same way, if the wave that crashes over you would drown you the same that it drowns me so quickly. I hope that it would. Otherwise was it all for nothing? Did our time mean nothing to you at all? Oh, lover I know that could not be true. You destroy me. You take my dry eyes, bare as a desert and plunge them into the depths, drowning them in the sorrows of my heart. When I walk down the street on a cold autumn day, the leaves whipping around my ankles, tripping and falling over themselves, sometimes I wonder. I wonder if you ever loved me the way I loved you. If maybe I was head over heels tripping and falling like the leaves into your heart but you were in the sky, flying away, caring about more important things. Oh, lover you kill me. You take the shards of my heart and stab them into my skin, watching the blood trickle downward like little rivers. You know my deepest secrets and I hate that you hold them, clutching them in your palms like they are yours to own and do with as you like. They are mine but you can have them. Just be gentle with them please. Oh, lover I wonder at your beauty. You leave me alone, standing on the edge of a railing looking lost but I’d know your smile anywhere. I won’t forget it even after your gone. Will you forget mine? I see you smiling in her picture, your eyes wild like the milky way and your hair long, flowing out behind you like the sea. You look so happy I can’t help but wonder if you are happier now. If you meant what you said. That you are much happier without me. Sometimes when the sky is inky black I like to lay my head down on the damp grass, ignoring the wet feeling seeping through my skin. I can see the stars this way, winking back at me like little fireflies flying through the night. Maybe they are just bugs, thousands of miles away from me. I wish I could turn into one and burn down bright on the world, providing a small ray of light for the everyone for a moment. At least I could be of some use. Oh, lover what did I ever do to you? To make me heave my emotions onto the floor like a useless blender, spitting my feelings into every corner of the room. To shove my pride down my throat like a gag, stopping me in my tracks. Oh lover, I wonder if you think about me sometimes. When you drink your coffee on a dreary afternoon or look out your window to see rain droplets inching down the glass. If you regret what you did or what you said. Oh, lover do you feel the same as me?
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A Hiatus Turned Reflection
No, I wasn't dead, nor fighting off some great mystical beast tyrannizing a group of villagers. To those who look forward to what I have to say, or to put it better, write, I am genuinely sorry for my disappearance from the Vocal platform and community.
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