Autumn Leaves and Rainstorms

Once,

I met this girl

Who reminded me

Of autumn leaves

And heavy rainstorms,

Of ice cold lemonade

And hot cocoa,

Of the infinite ocean

And meadows filled with

Incredible flowers.

She was unlike

Anything

I had ever experienced before

And sometimes

It took my breath away.

I kind of liked

Being around her.

It was different

Than being with others,

She was different.

She struggled

With people

Who didn’t understand her,

But in the same sense,

She struggled

With people who did.

Sometimes

She acted liked a mirror,

Reflecting back,

Whatever you wished

To see.

She had this

Unique ability

To hide within

Her smile

Her jokes

Her sarcasm

And wit.

People believed that

She didn’t care about anything,

That she didn’t try

Or desire anything more

Than this moment,

But what they didn’t see,

Was the person

Hidden under all

Of the mess

She had created

Around herself.

She was like

An electrical circuit.

Eventually,

There would be a glitch

In the system.

And you wouldn’t know

When it would happen

Or even how to

Distinctly identify

When it would occur,

But every now

And again,

It would happen.

Despite

Your hardest efforts

Or persistent

Determination,

All you could do

Was watch

And wait for her

To reveal

The hidden beauties

Buried deep within her.

As soon as

I saw her face,

Everything in my mind

Went silent.

And for a moment,

I wasn’t worried about

The assignment due tomorrow

Or the meal I skipped yesterday

Or the fact that my little brother

Has started sneaking out again.

I saw her face

And it all went

Completely and utterly

Quiet.

I never really liked

The silence,

But she made it

Feel different,

Lovely even.

She always looked lovely,

You know?

Which was quite

Frustrating.

Because she

Had never seen

My best.

Around her,

I had always been

A mess.

She was just so

Damn beautiful.

No story

Or poem

Or cheesy love ballad

Could ever explain,

Just how beautiful

She was.

It was the kind of

Beautiful

That you don’t

Fully acknowledge,

Until you’re sitting

Next to her,

Listening to her

Talk about

Something insignificant

And you just stop

For a second,

In amazement

And think to yourself

“Fuck, you’re beautiful”

But you could

Never really tell her

That kind of stuff

Because she wouldn’t

Believe you

Or she’d push you away

And you wouldn’t want that.

You really would not

Want her to push you

Away.

So instead

You just admire her

And think to yourself

Every day

“If only you knew

How beautiful

And lovely

You really are”

I really wanted

To kiss her

Today.

I didn’t though.

I’ve kind of been afraid

To kiss her again,

If I’m honest.

Like one more kiss,

Might make her

Angry

Or realize how much

She actually deserves.

So instead,

I just live in this moment.

She says

That she doesn’t wish

To be with anyone else

And she doesn’t

Like the idea

Of my lips

Being pressed to

Somebody else’s.

And for me,

That’s enough.

She is more than enough.