There’s something so intriguing about you
The part of me that wants to run waits as the other half holds your hand.
I see you,
Young and shattered
And I see me standing next to you wide eyed and broken
And then the other half of me bends down and cradles you and every part of Me.
Every part of me asks you how your day was,
How you feel about the sky,
Is interested in your favorite colors,
And which shirt is your favorite,
Remembers the names of
Your friends,
And your family
And writes your name in my poems.
Part of me is scared of you,
But all of me is in awe of you.
How you built yourself up from something so stripped of the bare minimum,
How the armor built up on your thighs is hidden under your comforter,
How you keep your circle small.
The parts of you that want to run in the other direction,
While the thought of you drowns in my subconscious and mere reflections of You.
The parts of me that are scared of you,
Are identical to you.
And the parts of me that are not,
The whole of me.
The whole of me is so intrigued by you,
And is all consumed by the mirror that is your skin.
The part of me that wants to run waits as the other half holds your hand.
I see you,
Young and shattered
And I see me standing next to you wide eyed and broken
And then the other half of me bends down and cradles you and every part of Me.
Every part of me asks you how your day was,
How you feel about the sky,
Is interested in your favorite colors,
And which shirt is your favorite,
Remembers the names of
Your friends,
And your family
And writes your name in my poems.
Part of me is scared of you,
But all of me is in awe of you.
How you built yourself up from something so stripped of the bare minimum,
How the armor built up on your thighs is hidden under your comforter,
How you keep your circle small.
The parts of you that want to run in the other direction,
While the thought of you drowns in my subconscious and mere reflections of You.
The parts of me that are scared of you,
Are identical to you.
And the parts of me that are not,
The whole of me.
The whole of me is so intrigued by you,
And is all consumed by the mirror that is your skin.
Karrington Simmons
She/Her
Op-Ed Writer
Creative Writer
Media Reviewer
Op-Ed Writer
Creative Writer
Media Reviewer