Grace

I feel as if you're a found puzzle piece under the sofa,
unique and rare.
you are a jewel,
and I wish you'd sparkle when you see me.
I wish your eyes would look deep into my stream of emotions
that won't dare to fall from my eyes.
Maybe you're perfect for me because of how imperfect you are,
and the scars on your arms make me feel like you could read
mine like Braille
and understand exactly what they mean.
You cross my mind everyday.
I would do anything to meet you,
like how the roots of flowers finally encounter water.
I want to smoke cigarettes with you at 10 in the morning.
I want to kiss every inch of the scars on your body.
I want to know all of your bruises.
What's your story?
I want to make the sadness go away,
or at least numb it for a little while.
If my life feels like I'm always in a dream
then why can't this one come true?