And just for thought...
You're just a vague image to me sometimes,
completely feasible under certain lights and transparent in others.
I ask you a question only to receive a sigh in response
but I know you hear every sound I make, perplexing me more.
You sit in your corner, sharing your precious thoughts to paper
and no one else, not even your smile betrays your confidence.
You are your own siren, your own doom in the sea of you,
but you don't seem to notice the wind dragging you away.
You're a line, a poetic cliche of the girl at the lone table,
no companions and, yet, so satisfied with empty seats.
I say to you words that I know you understand but
your eyes just look at me, large and untrusting,
completely vulnerable to this world and so untouchable to others.
Sometimes I would love to step inside that mind
that functions at a million miles an hour, never a second of rest for you,
but I know you will never show the dark side of your moon to anyone.
You laugh and I tear but we go unnoticed, lost in your land,
planning your next move, drifting in a realm only you can touch.
You're nothing but a ghost to me most the time,
one side of the wall you'll be and across the room the next.
I ask you of your ways only to get a shake of the head
but I know you will never change,
always the drifter in my life,
always the retreating to the center of my heart,
always this soul that resides in this skin.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.