These midnight conversations don't do much
When I am trying to get over you.
Your crooked smile entices me;
Wraps me around one of your long delicate fingers
As you gently strum the strings of your guitar
Singing about long lost love.
Your pale skin catches the moonlight coming in through your window,
And my eyes refuse to look away from those lips like a hibiscus in full bloom
My heart clenches with every glance through your shining blue eyes.
They scream out words I do not understand,
Because as much as I have studied the crinkles around your eyes when you smile-
A real smile, with perfectly imperfect teeth and lifted cheeks-
As much as I have listened to your stories about everything and nothing,
I am not buried in your soul the way you are in mine.
You speak words I have yet to discern;
Singing beautiful melodies like siren calls,
Keeping me rooted to you.
Even through the long silences or gaps in our understanding of each other,
Your words are like a freshly brewed cup of coffee on a Sunday morning,
And I am a sleepy church goer,
Yearning for every drop I can get, no matter how strong or weak it is.
The tide rolls in every once in a while and I lose you-
Not permanently but I see the change.
You look out windows as if I were not the one you need;
As if there were someone else you need to fill that gap in your heart.
But no matter how hard these waves roll in,
You are always here at the end of the day,
Singing sweet nothings to keep me sane.
One can only be content with bread crumbs for so long.
Everyone starts to yearn for the whole puzzle to be completed,
But that can't happen without every piece.
You are the missing piece, I'm sure.
The way my heart skips a beat when you say my name cannot be compared to a silly crush.
When you tell me I have gotten more beautiful over the years even though I know I could look much better, I smile.
And you somehow think we are just friends.
Maybe that is true, but I yearn for so much more than that.
