I am attracted to tears to hugs to whispers in the dark,
to bold voices strong wills and a delicate heart.
to scratchy finger nails and chapped lips,
to savory endings and fresh starts;
I am attracted to the fallen leaves, to unraveling sweaters and healing scars.
to ripped jeans and lace, and lace tights torn apart.
I’m attracted to the purity within her eyes,
those eyes that stabilize the ladder in the wind,
I’m attached to the history of our ties, waiting as proximity does us in.
But most of all, I’m attracted to an idea in a game I will never win.
still I find peace in my loneliest thoughts knowing it is I who is perfectly peaceful.
Im attracted to a feeling that was buried and to be recovered from within;
a gift not given by a man, a boy, a friend - a love for myself -
gifted by god gracious Him.