aboutyou

Hey,

#About You

The first time I thought about us as more than just two people meeting out anywhere in this world.
I looked into your arms. There was nothing to describe other that it was a perfect pair of arms.

I don't even remember the first time we actually talked. For some reason I think I came towards you.
I had to turn around and sit nearby.

I think of you as a star in this world. And of the many people in this world that I could have been pulled towards, you are one of these that I could only barely scratch the surface,

Yet to me, you weren't just another guy friend.

I think you may get much about me, even though so few was the time we actually shared.
Have you seen me through the lenses I carry?

#About I

Sure, I cast many wishes out there,
The one wish I'd have is to just been a girl in the middle of the crowd.

The one that goes into a bar, and she's just another regular.
There's no play in words, no fake people surrounding her,
And that she can just do whatever she wants.

She can work wherever because it is not like her life is a freaking mess that she has to report out loud to the globe.




The one that can just be herself without people meddling with her life.
The one that can just order a drink, and walk outside the pub without that being another episode of her life.

The one that could just be like myself,



Look at people, and help them out for she thinks it is worth her time,
Rather than sitting listening to how people actually are, and knowing all the people with the right resources, except they are all used towards...
The one that could use her skills to make this stupid place, a little more cleaner, a little more brighter, a little less of what it is.

Or the one that is always wondering, what kind of creep are you?
The kind that hides behind your rhetoric?



That kind that is capable of showing a bit of yourself, and you're like... myohmy.

The one who's life story would be more like what I'd thought about it for myself,
Not that of what others hold not to just laugh about.



At least be that one, that inspite of the laughter, could actually inspire people to leave the kingdom,
and enter the world she may should have been born in.



Not the one that dwelt in hell and heaven.
The one that lived in the world, she will likely never see.
Wish I could have been the kind of person that could have known you better.

There's so much I could tell you about me.
Yet the many posts I leave here, talk a bit more about all the many things that go on in my head.
Things that make no difference to the greed and sickness in men.

I wish I could have been the one that would have had access,
That could actually have savored all that my beasty potential could have yielded,
In a world where every other being would have had the same opportunities.

#About US

Whatever happened, I saw you a few other times, and we shared a few moments.
Moments that for whatever reason I couldn't even write about.

Things I'd wish I could have kept for myself, and not have them out in the open.

I still remember looking into your eyes, and often not remembering how your face looked like.
I had learned to reserve myself. Eyes are deceiving, as are words.
Still, I remember the sound of your voice.
The way you laugh.

The way you looked from afar.
The way you were a hat sometimes.
The different ways you cut your hair.

The few different places we've met.
The few talks we've had.
Things that are often casual.

The fact, I don't know who was my first kiss.
and if I ever kissed anybody, you'd be one of the brave ones.

and I still think of the way you used to hold me in your arms.
It was as if we'd been perfect for each other.

Only, the world, and the stars in the universe,
Don't move around couples, but rather around moments.

And I know maybe most of the time I don't make sense.
Perhaps I do, and I figure, you probably would understand.
Unfortunately though, seems like everybody is attached to some string, and they have to keep it all to themselves.