you awaken the rain
to downpour on the
subtle planets.
a retrograde in what
makes earth glow the most.
I see you from afar,
destined in what is a lovers day.
I see your cassette tape and
wonder how many repeats do
you drown yourself in per day.
you talk to me in things
that you like and dislike.
you like hip hop.
you like sunrise.
you dislike letters.
you dislike me.
but I tried to get myself
to like things that you like.
I know that you enjoy
the euphoria of daylight
and chirping birds.
I wake up early to see the
beauty in the dreadful
burning.
I tried to rearrange my taste
in things that make you
the brightest.
my drawings are painted
to resemble the color palette
of the sun spinning on your ceiling.
i'm becoming more of
a left stage, rather than
a mirrored 'copy and paste.'
I like you too much to stop
this situation, so I guess I'll
love the things you like because
they represent you.
I decorate my face in mauves
and corals.
I pinch my ears with pearls
and let them hang low.
I dress my flesh in silk
that drops down to my toes.
I think in my mind and
recycle those thoughts
for what I think you'd want.
I didn't like the start of the day
until you said it's your dream
to float on dawning clouds.
I didn't appeal to the idea of
love before I knew that I felt
love towards you.
the days pass,
my silly mask being
ignored by you.
because you have
found a girl that truly likes
everything you like
and she isn't masking
her true self for you.
I talk to you in things
that I like and dislike.
I like bee's.
I like letters.
I dislike sunrise.
I love you.
