Once again I let the sunset of your soul play with my heart.
I could say I love the way you leave my world upside down, every time you walk in. That I love when your eyes hit me like a thunderstorm.
I love thunderstorms, you know?
No, I suppose you don’t.
Maybe you do. But you have no idea that you’re my kryptonite.
I could try to explain why I try to ran away every time I know you’re around. But is too complicated. How can you explain to someone you love the way the world moves when they’re around. The way the air softens and the light plays with their smile?
Is too complicated. How do you explain the confusion they leave whenever they walk away?
And you, sir…you always walk away.
I’m a rational woman and I hate the way rationality slips away when you’re near.
I’m rational, I tell myself everyday. And I know this is just my mind playing another trick on me.
So, I sit. Quietly. I wait while I watch the way the world rushes around me. I watch the slow dance of the sun. I watch as he bits farewell.
And I wish for the moon to come and to calm my heart down. She is always able to understand the fire in my heart, the rush of my thoughts. I wait for her while I smile at the sweet idea of you.