sjsprWriting

My favorite pastime is you.

Anything, with you.

Finding light in your eyes

and power in your voice. 

I could spend hours in silence, 

speaking to you with looks,

loving you at a distance.

Your hands are much softer than mine.

Maybe that's the reason you are still trying to figure me out. 

At times I become distant and cold

but you don't mind.

You know that's who I am.

You know that sometimes I need to be alone. 

This is not a love poem...

or a poem about love.

This is a poem about you,

but hell,

it sure is the closest thing to love.

I'm still trying to find you in different ways.

I think I always will. 

I probably know you too well.

I know all of your imperfections,

and trust me, you have many...

but so do I.

And at times you make no sense,

but at times, I dont either.

I loved you then because you had no faults.

I love you now and I know you that you do.

I'll love you in the future,

even if you are no longer mine,

even if you are no longer trying to figure me out,

even if your thoughts are not about me.

I swear to God, I'll still love you.