I like you like love.
An open obsession.
I like your mind slightly,
Following the rhythmical patterns of my gears.
I like you, how you hug,
Tight enough to stop beating hearts.
Pouring great amounts of love,
They are willed to keep beating.
I like your face.
The canyon between your lips,
Demanding it's echoes to raise question to every fine line.
Your eyes.
Crave.
To see everything more than once,
In more than 50 shades.
Your eyelashes.
Whisper wishes.
Promises.
With every wink.
Your cheeky smiles.
Can't hide raw emotion.
I see it in every photo.
Over snapchat,
You accidentally give away that you don't see me.
You see a butt and large rack.
Losing the creative mind and powerful heart,
Somewhere in between.
I remember this.
Staring.
Hard.
At every photo.
Before hitting send I find myself thinking,
"How can you look at this photo and not think I'm beautiful?"
The quietest voice sneaks from the back of my mind,
"How can you look in the mirror and not think the same?"
About the Creator
S.Elizabeth
I love creating the stories, feelings, imagines in my mind in a way that I can also create them in another's. That being said, I mostly write for myself. Please enjoy a usually privately kept space of my cranium. :)
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