Can I Glue My Eyes Forward?

lynn-preston Poems

First things first: I have not lost interest. I am not bored. I am enticed, ready to live my life my life with one. With THIS one. Forever. I could marry him tomorrow and be the happiest person alive. SERIOUSLY. So, why am I so interested in knowing the person right next to him? Why am I using my time to research this other person's life? Neither is more attractive than the other. Truly. Both faces, both bodies, both appearances are identically entrancing to me. I know who mine is; we have talked, laughed, shared ourselves with each other, and I love him. Stop telling me I don't understand this word. Love means you would do anything, even die for another, and risk everything you have. And I would. I always will. But I love meeting new people. I always have, and always will. I know you, but I don't know him. I'm hungry to learn more about this person. Is that what this obsession is? Nothing more than pure curiosity? If so, why am I not content combing through the photos you two share? Why does sending him a short message saying "it was great to meet you!" put my stomach in knots and make me sweat? Why do I see you and, if only for the tiniest millisecond, wish it was him? No way do I prefer him to you. No way will I EVER choose him over you. No way will I actually fall for your own twin... But I NEVER intend for you to see this anyways. I have no convincing to you to do. You haven't accused me of anything. I guess the only one who has accused me of this is me. But why try to argue with myself? I know I love YOU. That's what counts. So I'm not lying to anyone. I'm not even lying to myself. I just might not be telling the whole truth.