The Way Things Are

Look at you through my eyes and see;
Not an icon
Not a trophy
Not a symbol of someone's shallow sense of worth.

They don't see
The real beauty that defines you,
The passion that shapes your heart,
The twinkling smile, gentle dimple and smoldering eyes
That would melt a glacier and drown my heart.

They love a Louis Vuitton dress, size 0,
And how you ravish men from the perch of his arm
With a simple gaze across the room
They crave the helium you supply their ego
And how you prop up a man's shattered image of himself,
Spackle the holes in his scarred life.

But with me, it's how you look without makeup
When you first wake up and your hair is big
And how you giggle because I am there with you.
It's the soft, child-like voice you use when you have a sliver
Echoing through my day.
It's your head on my chest while we pretend to watch the OC
And instead gaze at dreams dancing in your fireplace.
It's seeing the wonder of your eyes everywhere ever I go,
In everything I see.

  

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and joy will fall down like rain
soft shards of shattered ice
scraped off a frozen sky
melting into a thousand perfect kisses
on my cheeks

and they smell quietly of you.