Those Who Were Seen Dancing

"Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." - friedrich nietzshe

You asked what I see in him.
Silence, my only reply.
How do I begin to convince you
of what I see in his eyes?

Storm cloud blue eyes behind thin
glasses. The Tempest, the opus of
his passion.
“Will I ever be part of it?”
Lightning flashes.

When we first met, his distant
glare froze, but the waters
warmed and we began to
get close.

At least I thought, I felt it
was so. Another delusion I let
myself fall into. Another precious
illusion confused with true love.
Yes,
True love will do.

With each introduction into his
world, I never thought I’d be
destined to be “That girl.”
I was impatient, playing with fire
to break the ice.
Wishful thinking, I know.

Scream at me, “You’re late again.”
I’d rather be dead than dead to him.

He’s precious.
//Interim// is
a puppy barking at his own reflection.

A lie based on a truth
Or a truth based on a lie
The boy who made a difference
He made me feel alright

It’s the words that make no sense
that I like the best.
Today I smiled
because for one second
I didn’t think of him,
then I thought about him again.

You asked what I see in him,
and I said nothing.
Then you left and I shouted below
a whisper, “Everything.”