#divya's parchment

[ofthemanyprettythings]

shielded

i turn myself into a metaphor because i am dull. i turn you into a metaphor because your light is blinding.

[ofthemanyprettythings]

observations from across your desk, parallel my seat

your eyes smile every time i call your name. your eyelashes curl up the holes of your head. and i can see every bit of intent from across your mask.

you can get shy, water yourself down but the saturation on your cheeks expose your joy, so authentic, one i could almost feel graze my skin.

you hang on to every word i tell you and stuff it into a pouch in your mind. you bring it out when the time seems right. and it's always right. you never fail to let me remember that you remember.

when your eyes close and you try to hold your head stiff, your laugh silent if not for the flinch of a gasp as you keep it in. you stare intently, reel me right back in.

from the top of your shiny hair to your shined black shoes and the sparkle of your pupils. you are the living, breathing proof of my living, breathing admiration of you.

[ofthemanyprettythings]

spotlight

i try to see you in a different light, and for a second, in that one angle, i see a look in your eyes that gravitates me towards you… then you turn around and i see the scar across the back of your head instead.

[ofthemanyprettythings]

make me whatever you want me to be.

[ofthemanyprettythings]

you love me, but i'm not the only one you'll ever love.