you say you’re no good for me,
let me be the judge of that.
i have to bring my finger to your lips to stop you from uttering
those words that bring saddness to your eyes and i want to kiss those
you’re good for me,
enough for me,
i find myself doing what he does
because it reminds me of when his arms were around me,
and his fingers were interlocked with mine.
i cannot refrain from mimicking the small beauties of his ways,
they are a part of me now,
a part of me i don’t ever want to lose.
i find myself laughing like he does,
asking like he does,
and it’s as comforting as a drawn out hug of his,
the one where i wrap my arms around to the small of his back and
press my face to his chest and feel his heart beat.
i find myself wanting to be where he is,
but i can’t be too selfish with his time and presence so i keep his
ways wrapped up in mine and i’ve found that it keeps him close.
my words might come out as simple as sugar
they mean the world in all its richness.
you know you’ve begun
to care about someone when
you have become selfish with their time.
he’s taken my metaphors and similes and alliterations and
everything that has kept my heart concealed.
there’s no hiding around words or potent sentences anymore,
he’s up close and personal.
he wants to know what’s behind the door of my most caged in thoughts,
sound the alarm!
he’s gotten in.
my heart is no longer a secure vault,
it’s security system has been temporarily disarmed,
and i allow him to linger.
i don’t wish to keep those doors shut,
instead, i want to be somewhat of an open book so he can take his time reading the drawn out tales and lullabies,
get to know me.
and i go crazy over the unraveling of our minds,
i crave his intellect and introspect just as much as he craves mine.
so i guess i can’t blame him for opening doors that have been sealed for ages,
he’s curious about what’s inside.
and i’m curious to know what he will think of what is left to salvage.
i’ve been sinking on the low,
cradling my broken pieces in between bent arms,
trying to figure out what i’m going to do with them.
but i forgot that i didn’t have to figure it out alone,
because along with the puzzle, my heart was a riddle Einstein wouldn’t have the brains to solve.
i forgot who went before me,
followed behind me,
and in desperate times, carried me.
He knows my heart and has solved the riddle ages ago,
now we are both waiting:
i wait for him to show me what my eyes cannot see
he waits for me to realize that he is all that i need.
i wait for Jesus.
let me see Jesus.