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Rather Important In Regards To You

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Published: Apr 29, 2012

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"Rather Important In Regards To You"
4/29/12

My life has always been like a watercolor
Painting, full of swirls and turns and
Boundless hues ranging from the most
Emphatically happy to the melancholiest
Moroseness ever felt in a human person.

You're like the perfect paintbrush.
You come to me and wipe away all of
The smears of tears that's letting the color
Drip away off of my canvas, and you help
To recreate this faded painting.

Now, this metaphor can't extend much longer.
It seems you're all I ever think about,
What I dream about, you're always there.
As the remnants of my past are reconstructed
By those around me, attempting to
Build me up, I always end up falling down.
But with you? Sure, you've got your issues,
But I do too. I only feel as I can go up
From here, you help me not to cave inwards.

Nobody wants to see us near one another.
They feel as if I'm this delicate
Flower about to be ravaged by a beast,
But I'm not delicate. I've gone through more
Than most of them have ever dealt with,
And I refuse to be made out a victim.
If I make my own decisions, how is it your
Fault? I'm choosing my pathway, no one's
Losing in this battle, if anything,
I'm the aggressor. Their perceptions are
Mimicked based off of past experiences,
But I don't want to be viewed as
A martyr to their cause. I want
To be able to speak to you without
Their hastening judgments.

You probably don't realize how much
I care about you because you
Often hide all of your emotions, you
Shelter yourself from feeling, for you
Know how painful feeling can be.
I don't want you to fear feeling any longer.
I want you to be able to live without
That agonizing burden of your past,
I believe anyone can start anew, and
I wish to help you, I do.
It's just so hard because no one else
Even wants me to.
You see, I'm not a feeling person.
I like to analyze something and discover
A black and white answer, but I find
A grey area with you, here come the colors
Again, you've turned me into someone
Who's passionate and emotive,
I now wear my heart proudly on my sleeve,
But I still fear it'll be snagged by the
Foreign emotion pulling at its stitches.
I don't like to be touched because I've always
Been locked in my own mind, but you've
Somehow entered my head and I feel
For the first time a genuine love.

God knows whether or not this awfully
Beautiful feeling is platonic or not,
But He should really figure it out for me.
The moments I speak to you are like
Magic, I feel something like butterflies
In the pit of my being, you're the antidote
For all that's been troubling me, why
Must we keep our friendship a secret?
Are you ashamed or are you afraid that
Somebody will accuse you of being
A cradle-robbing bastard? I doubt it.
Just open yourself to a world of possibility
And you'll see what you've been missing.

I vacillate between my feelings for you,
Do I hate you or do I care, it's always emotions
Of severity, I can't seem to make up my
Mind, but there's always a spark, it's a
Flicker, like the catalyst of a streaming fire,
This heat burns me deep, my heart has got
Burn holes just thinking about what has
Happened in the past, but I don't want
To think of having a life without you in it,
No matter the circumstances it must be.
I know this poem's not rhyming like it's
Supposed to, and there's no rhythm, no
Beat, but I think the beat of my heart is
Stronger than exactly what I can slam,
And Lord, is that a resilient beat.
I want to sound out my feelings so badly,
But suppressing them inside isn't the best
Thing for me to do, though it's doing no
Good for me internally, are these demons?

I wish you could see this, that's why I told you
To read this. It's rather important in regards
To you, to me, to anybody who comes across it.
It's not the typical poetic piece, no fixed form,
But you even said poetry's about the emotion.