your eyes
            are
          so explosively
   captivating
                    i feel like i
   float in space
                 every time
      your blue
                    and
                          my green
               collide,
    creating a new earth.

as soon as the
last bell rings
i go around classes,
slowly walk downstairs
and finally go home
once i’ve seen you

once i’ve
observed who you’re with,
analyzed how you walk
and the way that you smiled
as our eyes met

i walk around
the hallways
wishing
to walk around
your mind

wishing
you were able to
smell the blue
of my presence
just like I listen to
the gray of
your absence

perhaps
i don’t walk around
to see you,
perhaps i do it
for you to see me

If I asked you to close your eyes and picture everyone you loved, how long would it take for you to spot yourself?

I've not been able to find myself yet.

everybody tries to be
a perfectly created masterpiece
yet all i want to show
are my flaws

i want to be so
inevitably flawed
that no one can help
but stare at me
and taste
the bittersweet realness of my being

i had always dreamed
of creating the most
beautiful masterpiece
yet today i've figured
that could never be reached

because
i've tried to paint you
in a picture
but that would require
colors
not yet created

i've tried to write
a poem
about you
yet you're unwrittable