When I was born,
It was the happiest day of my life
Well I don't know, but I'm sure it was.
I looked at you,
Into your eyes,
And somehow I knew you were my mother.

As I got older, our bond grew stronger.
As I got older, we almost reached perfection.
And as I got older, we argued more and spoke less.
But in the meantime I knew;
For me, you only wanted the best.

I thought,
"So be it,
She's my mum,
She knows me better than anyone."

Years went by,
We started speaking more again.
We bonded again, just like the start...
But now? Now we were stronger than ever.

A few years ago, in a hospital room
When I was born,
Crying and kicking,
Smiling and laughing
Yes, I know your muscles were tight.

But the day I was born, I looked at you for the first time
And close up I witnessed love at first sight.

it isn’t about a connection.
it isn’t about the heart or the brain.
it isn’t love and it isn’t explained away by a single word or a singular idea.
but it was momentous.
it was brief but beautiful.
an experience with no amount of magic.
that you passed me by and I don’t know who you are — not really, not completely — but you made me look up just by being who you are and bringing with you this warm rush of heat, this aura that spread like a tidal wave of energy.
it washed me up on the shore of earthly awareness.
it terrified my insides.
i felt it.
then I saw you.
stranger, you are amazing.
you are truly amazing.

She sees him standing on the train,
On his face, a thoughtful look
He stands out in his fancy suit
Like an interesting cover of a closed book

He sees her sitting on the train,
Her bright red sweater catches his eye
Her face is buried in a book
She looks up and starts to smile

He smiles back, they start to talk.
He speaks about his love for trains
She talks about her favourite movie
Slowly, he tells her that he paints

She talks about her English class
And how bright her students are
He talks about his latest paintings
And the gallery that made an offer

They chat for what seems like hours
He's never  talked so much
Finally, her stop arrives, shes tell him
"Let's keep in touch"

He sits at night, stares at his easel
To call her now, is it too late?
His father calls, "How was the meeting?"
He tells him that it was just great

She sits at home preparing
For tomorrow morning's class
Her phone rings and she grins
The Painter called, at last!

How is possible to miss someone you never knew
Is knowing defined by how long they've been there or how much you've grown partial to
I fall in love with someone everywhere i go
Its the mental image of me being happy with someone i don't even know
Or just found out existed
The cycles of the seasons rewind to a brighter idea throughout my twisted reasons
I feel sickened to think about strangers this way
Solely off appearance they're able to give my hope a place for its head to lay
Its the feeling of making eye contact with someone extremely alluring when they walk by
When your heart sinks to the deepest depths where all your fears and flaws hide
To know you'd never have a chance to have them in your life
Cowardice has a death grip

talk about the weather,
storm into a room
shattering the peace
that passes all understanding,
like the fragile vessel,
like the broken pottery,
some claymation caricature,
living life large,
narrow stream
and in you barge,
and rant and rave,
until you realize you are in the wrong room,
the one without a view...point,
who anointed you,
with oil that flows over your beard,
and hand sanitizer does not
count, as you listen to that song by
Blunt, and stare at every girl as they
walk, and by mouthing the words,
in hopes that the lyric comes more than
true, for that one moment, face and eyes
that
met,
angelic wings will lift you,
from where misery holds you...
no chains,
no ropes,
only hands are holding you
by your bare ankles,
the hands you no longer
recognize
as yours.

Then she really looked
And it was like she'd never
Seen his eyes before.