If there was a final step, I would've missed it.

You love when the leaves fall around your feet,

And the vibrant hum of instrumentals in music.

Never-have I once-seen you cry,

Though you’re not a statue.

You hate your laugh and I wish I could express,

How much I truly treasure it.

You blend into the shelves with your quiet demeanor,

But your smile takes up the whole room.

You make me want to run and jump.

To live, and to see.

And to forget to question whether I’m alive or not.

Because, it doesn't matter.

And the best part is, I feel as if I’m in love with you,

But I also feel hungered the second my plate is empty,

And satiated the moment it is full.

Reviews

[Stormy Weather]

I am always curious as to what inspires a person to write any specific poem or in any specific style.

Separate from that, the cadence in this is a little off, but perhaps that's just my own eyes? I remember when I first started writing, I wanted a visual shape to the poem instead of a logical one. Anyway, there are commas and periods where, for me, it makes it hard to read with flow. But I have syntactical convictions that I shouldn't force upon you.

Story-wise, it's interesting! The person you're describing seems to be a huge paradox, constantly conflicting with themselves. I hope you and they both find a happy medium.

[Stormy Weather]

I see what you mean. Idk I just felt the commas deep within my soul and had to put them there. (haha). I wasn't really focusing much on the flow of it, I was more focused on the content a bit. But I'm glad you think it's interesting! I always love to hear what other people get from my writing. It's neat.