my fingers have become blind
to the passing warmth of years and
my lips have forgotten
way too soon

You pose as my sun
In my synchronous orbit.
When my life becomes dark
The night begins to fall along with my leaves.
The sun appears
Transcending it's light down.

Warmth and happiness radiate off the sun.
The flowers grow to meet your beautiful gaze.
My eyes glisten in adoration every time I look up at you.

Lost in my world of leaves and roots,
The sun still rises every morning.
Waiting for me to wander outside.
Without the sun my life would be a barren sky.
The world would be a bleak and ominous place.

I shall always know you're waiting outside,
Shining down on me.
My world shall always revolve around the sun.
There is no brighter star in the galaxy than thee.
I shall always look up to you, my sun.

You asked me what I want
But how do you mean?

Like a wish?
Because it's always been a dream of mine
to fly with my own wings
or to control time
so that maybe I'd get enough sleep
and I could draw out the memorable moments until I'm sick of them
and then
maybe
sometimes when I need a break I could just stop everything
and focus on the serene silence of a world frozen in place

But does this wish have to obey the rules of this reality?
because if that were the case
then I could wish for the attention of that one boy
the one with the electricity in his fingertips
and that might temporarily please me

Or I could wish myself convenience
I could wish that my hoodie strings never crept uneven
I could wish that my nails stayed short and neat
so I didn't have to cut them
I could even wish that I knew everything there was to know

Or I could wish for something to better the world
I could wish that natural disasters were a myth
I could wish that 'pretty' didn't mean anything more than the empty breath of air and intangible vibrations that it actually is
That it didn't have any more impact than 6 letters of graphite should

Or I could wish for something to better myself
I could wish for better handwriting
so maybe I can convince myself that my words are worth the paper they stain
Or I could wish for endurance
Or effortless conversation skills
Or pristine work ethic-
something I can use to my advantage in the future to ensure success.

Or I could just wish for success.
I could wish for the job of my dreams
endless money
the perfect family
but where's the fun in that?

I could even use my wish to help someone else
cure someone of their terminal cancer
Hell-
I could wish up a cure for cancer!

I could wish that mosquitoes didn't exist
or that I had a photographic memory
or that I lived somewhere I could wear flip flops in January
or that I would never age, never feel pain
I could wish for an A on my next science test
or that poverty inversely reflect humanity

But you know what I think?
I think it's human nature to feel discontent
and I think
that's vital
to the evolution of the human race

I think that we need it
to continue
to grow
and better ourselves

So what do I want?
What's my one wish?

I wish that I could believe in the magic of the stars peeking through tonight's sky

Humanity is
Promised suffering
Infinite and delicate roots
Bleed timeless torment
And misery

Sometimes I feel like one of the books that sit on my bookshelf
Having yet to be read
Obtained long ago only to be immediately put away again
Forgotten
Lost amongst the others
Acquiring more and more dust as more and more time passes
And I wonder
Will anyone ever pick me up?
And delve into the words and worlds I hold deep inside
Fall in love with my tattered pages
And feel sad once they have read me cover to cover
Only to end up re-reading me again and again
Trying desperately to discover something new
To come back to me and flip through my pages
Returning to the underlined phrases
And reflecting upon the notes in the margins
Falling in love all over again
Will I ever become someone's favorite book?
One that will no longer be lost amongst the others
No longer long to be held
To be known
Will anyone ever love me so much
They will tirelessly read me over and over again
And never grow bored
Never grow tired
Carry me with them everywhere they go
Love me so much they will
Never leave me alone to gather dust again

You might as well just go ahead and say it
You need me like a bad habit, you crave me like an addict
But our future is an easy thing to define, we never even had it

I know you will never leave
And you know I'll always be there
I know you would agree
And you know I'll never compare

Although I am no longer in love with you, your effect on me will never weaken or fade
After four years, you'd think it would have already decayed
But instead, it chose to further invade

At least I know now, a love purer than the one we shared exists
But that doesn't change the fact that with you, even misery was bliss

Something about the eyes
The "window to a person's soul"
The truth behind a disguise
A mystery solved.

Eyes have importance
A purpose
Not just sight, but to reveal
To express
To connect.

Eyes convey sensuality
A sign of tension;
Of lust
The vulnerability of letting someone in
Letting someone care.

The trust
The bare emotion and thought
Left out to dry
To wither
Until water comes again
Comes to quench the thirst.

This thirst
Thirst for "love"
Thirst for sight.

The thirst of **eyes

My irises are a force of continuum
Pulling you closer and closer
Until you're drunk off my mesmerization
Like a love spell, but it's real