I must have not felt it then. I must have not realized the beauty in this flower that has yet to bloom. I didn’t know the feeling it would bring to my life.
One rainy day my eyes met this flower that stands with pride and confidence. Everyday after that I became more used to seeing this flower. However, one day a pedal came out and I could almost see the perfect shade of green that was within. The secrets of emotions that were being hidden.
It bloomed and my heart paused. Who knew that such beauty could bring my world to a complete stop. I couldn’t believe the tear that had fallen from just this feeling. You have exposed me. You have put me inside out, for everyone to see. Except the only one paying attention is you. My dearest emerald. Oh how you have changed me.
The way your pedals shine when you smile. The way your energy dances with joy. The way you express yourself. You’ve taught me things I never knew could exist.
Selfish me, how I wish I could pick you and keep you in my hands forever. How I wish I could feel you brushing against my skin until the end of time. Only that doing this would make this all end. Our time together. All I have left is to sit here and feed you water forever.
My desire for your affection leaves me here sitting around waiting for a single memory to hold on to. I don’t want to take you anymore, I want to admire you. Admire the way you move, love, speak, and laugh.
The way you catch your breath when my skin touches yours.
I don’t want our time to end but I know it will. My heart is ready. I have prepared my heart for the lonely feeling it will carry. As my heart will miss you. My brain will miss the adrenaline that you feed it. My nerves will miss the soft shock every time you touch my skin.
I would watch your green love forever if I could.
You remind me of me.
Why show me what makes you so amazing. Why would you expose to me your silliness. Your way of being. That smile that makes my thoughts disappear into thin air. Your laugh that reminds me to laugh more.
You sit in a field of roses and orchids. Yet you are just a simple flower that only catches the attention of people who stop to watch your beauty and intelligence. You caught mine, how I wish you didn’t. Now I’m stuck in an endless routine.
I sit to talk to you even if you’re not paying attention. You speak to me and I hold on to every word you say. Your voice is a melody that I could keep on replay. These soft whispers that are revealed when the wind hits in the right direction.
A fool is what I am. Feeling the absolute most for you, when you hardly think of me. As you have this world of love that already feeds you. A fool for you is what I am.
Maybe our souls will meet again, in a different time where I can share this with you. Or maybe it’s just not meant to be. Perfect souls with horrible timing.