Realizations Of Rules Left Unbroken - by me.
I know you.
I know how your face curls when you grin,
I know how you schedule your day with little timers, and laugh
I know how excited you get over music, and joke with your friends.
I know how talkative you are when you’re comfortable, how much of a people person you are because I never have been.
I know your opinions on the people we know, or foods you can’t get enough of.
I know how comforting your scent is, and how your eyes light up when you run to show someone else something you love.
I know how caring you are to the people around you, even me.
And how annoyed you are with the unfairness in your present.
I know how you forget most things, or chuckle when you answer all of my ridiculous questions.
And I know how you try to make everyone smile because you know how loss represents itself in a person’s face.
But you don’t know a single thing about me.
You haven’t the slightest idea.
You don’t know how my friends can tell when I’ve seen you based on my excitement level or blushy cheeks.
You don’t know how I grin when I hear your name in conversation, or notice things you’d enjoy.
You don’t know how I roll my eyes when you’re whistling because I know you forgot how much I despise the sound,
You don’t know how I stepped out of my introversion to get to know you, or how I call you by your full name to everyone but you.
You don’t know how marvelous I think your milk chocolate eyes are when they gaze in my direction, or how my knees buckle when you say my name.
You don’t know how I was willing to change my entire sleep schedule just to be in your world more, or considered giving up my dream for the chance to be your four am kisses.
You don’t know that for the first time in years that my depressive world of monochrome finally accepted a colour scheme.
And you sure as hell know nothing of the night a friend unknowingly gave me miss informtation of your personal life and watched my heart shatter like glass by the sun setting shade of my irises.
You don’t know how often my mind wonders to what it would be like to explore the deepest parts of your life and mind, and for you to do the same with me.
I’m always immensely proud of your existence, and you go out of your way to say ‘hi’ to me, at the very least.
We joke until you realize I’m kidding or until I face palm to cover my smirk.
You try to keep up with foot race I constantly walk, and I try to keep up with the velocity of words falling out of your mouth.
Whether it’s by choice or accident, we gel whenever we’re together.
We have a common ground of knowing what it means to be broken, alternating in the reasonings.
Seperately, we attempt to keep the breathing survivors from cracking, forgetting we’re fighting the same war.
But I guess I notice survivors faster than you;
I recognized one inside your heart the moment I met you.
And I had never jumped so fast in my life.
My only wish was that I had someone’s had to hold during the plunge.
But that preference stayed a dream, because
I know you, but you don’t know the slightest thing about me…
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