:Distorted Beauty

"The Chapter's Of You"

Writing this book was hard..is hard,

Do you understand?

Because every white ink covered page was about you.

And in that...about me.

Before this I could hide myself in my writing,

Saying that it was based on a dream I had,

Or a movie that I had seen.

And some pages were,

But I knew the truth.

Most of those pages were about me.

My life.

My love.

My pain.

But this book,

This book was clear.

Because I know every page turn is about you.

And in that..about me.

Chapter one

Is how we met.

How I was bold enough to make the first move

And how bold you were to make the second.

You were a flirt.

Flirting with a girl who had no idea how to flirt.

Due to my lack of experience,

I attempted to throw cute, but clever remarks your way

And you gladly received it,

Returning it with witty responses

While having a dashing smile on display.

Chapter 2

Is how I fell in love.

You see I was 25 years old,

With not much dating experience under my belt.

You may not have known this, but you were my first a lot of things.

My first "real butterflies."

My first "catch my breath."

My first "steady your heart."

And my last "I don't want you to go.."

Chapter 3

Is how I don't know what you're thinking.

I have all these feelings you see,

But I keep them in check because I don't want you to freak out.

I know that I love you,

But I don't say it.

I don't know if you love me,

Because you don't say it.

Do you feel what I'm feeling?

Do you think what I'm thinking?

Does making love mean the same to me as it does to you?

A face and mind so blissful and yet so hard to find.

Last Chapter..Chapter 4

Is when you parted

In the growing months you became more distant

Not much of the self that I have come to know

I pretended it wasn't there,

but when it arrived I wasn't prepared.

Whatever we were sweethearts or lovers

It hurt just as much.

You were just as kind and respectful as ever,

If only you could have loved her as such.

So I finished this poetry book

Of all 69 pages filled with the times we were together,

And how I felt when we were apart.

69 pages were written,

And 69 days is all we got.

I wanted to be honest this time,

Because I could never lie about you

While writing I've come to a realisation

And it's nothing new.

No one could ever love anyone as I have loved you.