She loves you, but you're an enigma. a paradox.
But i think she's always loved the unusual way.
she loves you like an ice cream on a December morning. You feel good even though she keeps falling sick, and in love.
I bet you dont see the glitter in her eyes or the way her voice suddenly softens when she tells you she loves you too, friend.
she loves you like her favourite novel.
She reads between the lines every time, knows every detail at the back of her hand, but still acts like she doesn't know what happens next.
she loves you like the sunset.
she admires you as you practice the most intricate colours on her heart.
But she also watches you set, while she accepts the darkness,
so that you can present the final canvas to someone else on the other side of her world.
she loves you in a way similar to that lethal meteor that looks bewitching from afar, but will absolutely destroy you to tatters if you let her close to you.
she loves you like the waves when they hit the shore.
she'll feel you all over her soul for a moment,
only until you sink right back into your thoughts of someone else again, leaving her with traces of you in her veins.
You talk to her about how you were sure you'd found the one who would walk through any broken bridge to come to you.
She smiles, seeing you smile.
She doesn't tell you that if there were irreparable bridges between the both of you, she'd sail right back to you.
Because she sees you talk about her the way she talks about you.
Like you're art, priceless.
Because she's just like you, and no poet talks about how similar poles repel, do they?
So if you're falling for someone else,
she'll stand at the cliff with a rope tied to her heart in case no one catches you.
She's an artist you see, she loves you in ways discernible to everyone, but still manages to keep it concealed away from you.
She will hold you captive in her art and you'll never know you're her prisoner.
This girl, she reads eyes. Yours, being the happiest book ever.
I promise you, she wouldn't change the end of this book even if she wasn't in it.
But I think she'll always love the unusual way.
