Her Gift to Me

I want to be like you. The way you curate sound to word to feeling, embrace the realities and ugliness through the most lovely eyes. You must have known when you reached into the depths of my being and grabbed, no ripped, something out of me that I had no idea existed. Something that I had no idea I wanted.

Within just one moment, so effortlessly, you decimated the cast I so intricately built. You are a beautiful dream I struggle to hang onto, my mind desperately grasping as it slips away, inhabiting the tip of my tongue, unsatisfied and yet,

you are all I think about.

I am in awe by the tenderness you afforded me that day. Striving for the world you brought me into. Taking me away from the constant ache my body screams reminding me of the grudges I have buried deep. I beg my mind to hold onto the sweetness of the words I could taste that day. Your eyes look up into the bright lights of the stage, you are somewhere else. I don't know where but I want to be there with you. Your hands glide in the air as you transport me into another realm. A place where love exists.

I want to be like you.