It starts with a look lasting only two seconds.
Its Simple yet highly confusing
exciting but equally as petrifying
beautiful but as destructive as anything can get.
i wonder if he can see these contradictions that make camp behind my eyes.
He makes me question my motives
my failure to see my worth
my permanent demons
my hopes and my fears
my inability to trust
my constant pervasive mindset
and he gives me faith
All that with just one look.
Yet, i don't think he realises what i think when i look at him for those 2 seconds.
and when he asks i can't put it into words.
even in that short span of time
my mind is trying to come up with excuses for my thoughts and actions towards him.
trying to process a feeling ive never felt.
That in those two seconds almost everything is quiet.
and the answer is simple
The best things are not meant for definition
Not by words, or by metaphors
There are simply meant to be felt.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
It starts with a look lasting only two seconds.
Its Simple yet highly confusing
exciting but equally as petrifying
beautiful but as destructive as anything can get.
i wonder if he can see these contradictions that make camp behind my eyes.
He makes me question my motives
my failure to see my worth
my permanent demons
my hopes and my fears
my inability to trust
my constant pervasive mindset
and he gives me faith
All that with just one look.
Yet, i don't think he realises what i think when i look at him for those 2 seconds.
and when he asks i can't put it into words.
even in that short span of time
my mind is trying to come up with excuses for my thoughts and actions towards him.
trying to process a feeling ive never felt.
That in those two seconds almost everything is quiet.
and the answer is simple
The best things are not meant for definition
Not by words, or by metaphors
There are simply meant to be felt.
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