The way I look at you
must make people think you're some kind of legend.
And you are.
You're my own book of maps to the world.
In your eyes I see the future.
The person I wish to become is reflected in your pupils,
the tides of change coming together in your oceanic eyes.
Pieces of me get washed away to another shore.
Maybe they'll be rediscovered again,
and maybe they'll be lost within the sea.
The water will keep them safer than I ever could.
Earthquakes begin in the way your smile takes hold of my insides
and shakes them around, turning them inside out
until my shelter is no more than a ceiling of stars.
You've torn down the surface
and I see the world in all of its stark beauty.
An atlas is what you are, my dear,
and your maps have led me home to the world in you.
-mp
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
The way I look at you
must make people think you're some kind of legend.
And you are.
You're my own book of maps to the world.
In your eyes I see the future.
The person I wish to become is reflected in your pupils,
the tides of change coming together in your oceanic eyes.
Pieces of me get washed away to another shore.
Maybe they'll be rediscovered again,
and maybe they'll be lost within the sea.
The water will keep them safer than I ever could.
Earthquakes begin in the way your smile takes hold of my insides
and shakes them around, turning them inside out
until my shelter is no more than a ceiling of stars.
You've torn down the surface
and I see the world in all of its stark beauty.
An atlas is what you are, my dear,
and your maps have led me home to the world in you.
-mp
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