You have left me with no choice but to praise you and kiss your feet
Your feet that walk upon this earth, this earth that holds the standard for everything beautiful;
The lens at which I see you through is capable of finding even the most magical treasures of this earth, so I find truth when I see nothing but your beating heart amongst your grey silhouette  
Oh how should it be that the leaf finds its way to the ground after leaving the tree,
Just the same as how a broken clock is right twice a day,
By fait, or by chance, you found your way to me;
Or maybe my endearing smile enticed you,
Perhaps I enchanted you, bringing a new light to your eye.
For I have read stories of people like you
Of similar stature and mannerisms,

I could scan the pages of every fairytale and show you what I mean, or turn to science and use laws that hold a power over our direction of thought-
Although, the most powerful lesson learned in school was self-taught;
Love is the highest valued element in human nature and it is in our human nature to use our senses to find what makes up happy,
There is a balance amongst the chaos- this balance aids in our search for genuine happiness
                                                    Tha­t balance is you.
I see the earth equaling day
and night in your eyes
With one touch I feel
all four seasons at once-
Tugging at every nerve.

You are the balance of every equation, every law. You are the exception.

i knew that (you) had changed
and i (accepted) that
people grow, for better or for worse
estranged individuality is truly quite a
beautiful and conceptual concept
for (me,) i have endlessly tried to morph into
someone whom i am not
and cannot be
(the girl who) is touched
but untouchable
and not to lie through my teeth when i say
that i cannot give you what you need
the complication of my entirety
is much too complicated
i do not trust
and
i (loved) every minute of it
but all of that love died when i became much too
exhausted
to be the person that (everyone) wanted me to
be

Once we begin to accept what we believe to be the "normal" mannerisms of another we sub-consciously set standards for ourselves that are not humanly attainable-
like so, we begin to believe in fate and God.
slowly but surely we put faith into things so far out of reach
which eventually shrinks us and limits us on the endless possibilities of this here universe.
One will easily contract the idealism that there are specific attributes for a group of people, or a set of ideas.
we are blinded by life and turn socially unaccepted beliefs into acceptance.
kind heart or no heart, accept nothing until it proves to match your values and your morals.
and even when acceptance is accepted for what it is think harder about when it was acceptable to accept such a thing.

In due time I will take your hand and walk us through the museum of us. scanning the wall of past dreams and souvenirs from memories untold.
Below, the floor is transparent, revealing our deepest fears- things that made us repel each other, and kept us from reaching full potential
  However, the end of this museum is the beginning
An all white room takes vacancy within us, waiting for the next chapter- for the tokens and trinkets to hang from the ceiling, recalling fonder times and thrills that made our skin rise
Things that will bind the past and present together  
   our hearts will be restrung and our bodies, made with thicker skin -
Love will inflate our hearts and she will introduce us, letting us feel without thinking this time. Letting us fall together

sitting here, pondering the idea of there still being a trace of me at your place, wondering if there is something tangible holding me to you, connecting our hearts and souls-
There has to be something, I will not believe otherwise
A year and I can still smell earthy cologne embedded into the fabric of your favorite hoodie
I still hear you saying my name
I picture myself making that turn onto your street and I still see your face and imagine your lips pressed against mine,
So please, don't say that whats done is done.
You have to see the signs so blatantly thrown at us

There must be a reason for the love still running electric, for the passion being plainly visible.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be there.. locked in my heart with the key molded to your hand-
I asked the winds to carry a message to you in hopes that you'll coincidentally be out by the bay where we took a fall, reminiscing about that day and how it felt right to be with one another.
Longing that the waters bring you home to my heavy heart
    We could start anew and fix the holes that let life in. We could fix it all knowing what we know. Having growth to thank for the change in our ways.