you are simply
the beginning and the end.
i am not morbidly mourning my own self destruction,
but i had forgotten my priorities when i first had laid eyes on you.
simply, the innocence of my being had been lost because every pore had been filled with the presence of yourself. it is incredibly challenging to explain the exasperating and overwhelming draft you add to the room.
like a casting call
for your own role - identity.
god i could play it over and over again.
like a torn up passion
sprinkling its own grace over the particular stereotype.
like those films and stories of love and deep movement.
you are simply the blindness that i feel
to all of my surroundings
that inevitably keeps me from recognizing
the beginning and the end
of myself.