There have been so many clues in my words
so much all over my years in the sunshine
that i would half expect to find her fingerprints on my pen
and half expect that she has no suspicion at all
I saw her before we had even met
and when her story preceded her it crushed me
I've always seen the strength in both clumsiness and grace
even since our first exchange
I like to think there was something in the timing of my arrival
when my favorite special person
who i have never so much as kissed
could still make the Mt. Rushmore of my affections
if i ever end up with someone half has good
i would consider myself truly favored
always my default love
simply because she is most deserving of it
The best version of me
still wouldn't be remotely good enough for her
and even if I somehow reached that pinnacle
i know she'd be long gone by the time i'd get there
yet when I make excuses to see her
she makes me want to be a better person
for her and for myself
because in her eyes the world deserves the best of us
when benevolence magnifies my own malcontent
it may just be the attraction of our opposite demeanor
like the moon against the sun
yet with no hope to ever eclipse her
When i'm with her she's the only girl who matters
drowning out all of the other static
and every time i leave i'm full of words
just none of which i can bring myself to say
I will never be able to escape the shadow of her scars
as hard as that is to accept it still doesn't stop me
from wishing to turn that permanent shroud into a veil
because i would never leave her if given half a chance
These words are not expected to change anything
She just deserves to know for once
that when she looks me in the eyes
I don't think she's ever seen me at all
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