some people ask me why you
why you of all people
i give them answers
but i am only entertained with more questions, as if i've never said anything
it then hits me that it's quite possible that only i can understand these things
apparently only i can understand that your presence is enough of a reason for me to keep living life the way it is
only i can understand that your smile is more than a gleam of light, it is hope that making people happy can go a long way
your smile is external and internal proof that i can actually be a good person
they'll never understand that i see your talent
they'll never understand that i see more than that
you're an amazing dancer, but they never got to see the passion that built the amazing dancer you are
they never saw you with sweat trickling down your face because you never got that one move down
they'll never see the times you strained yourself stretching to inhumane lengths just to achieve the acquired flexibility
and your voice
they hear it, they hear how beautifully you pull off each note
but will they ever hear the times your voice was hoarse and nearly a whisper
they'll never know how much water you had to take in for the sake of clearing up your throat
they'll never know the underlying struggles
i like you but not just because you are you
i like you for how you've become you
i like how you're not just someone
i like how you're a story
and if it all goes well
i hope you like me enough to include me in your story
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
some people ask me why you
why you of all people
i give them answers
but i am only entertained with more questions, as if i've never said anything
it then hits me that it's quite possible that only i can understand these things
apparently only i can understand that your presence is enough of a reason for me to keep living life the way it is
only i can understand that your smile is more than a gleam of light, it is hope that making people happy can go a long way
your smile is external and internal proof that i can actually be a good person
they'll never understand that i see your talent
they'll never understand that i see more than that
you're an amazing dancer, but they never got to see the passion that built the amazing dancer you are
they never saw you with sweat trickling down your face because you never got that one move down
they'll never see the times you strained yourself stretching to inhumane lengths just to achieve the acquired flexibility
and your voice
they hear it, they hear how beautifully you pull off each note
but will they ever hear the times your voice was hoarse and nearly a whisper
they'll never know how much water you had to take in for the sake of clearing up your throat
they'll never know the underlying struggles
i like you but not just because you are you
i like you for how you've become you
i like how you're not just someone
i like how you're a story
and if it all goes well
i hope you like me enough to include me in your story
