I Do Not Know Why I Like You

When I try to think of the reason why I like you

I can't 

because my head starts to feel dizzy like the first time you kissed me 

and the world turned itself over 

and emptied my pockets onto the ground 

taking everything I thought I knew out,

replacing it with everything I did not know or did not believe or did not realize 

and at that moment 

the only thing I was sure of was that one foot in front of the other would lead me to my doorstep. 

When I try to think of the reason why I like you

I can't

because I am far too distracted by the way that your eyes 

reflect our world that I see through my own

and by the rhythm that our dreams create 

which leads me to believe that there must be some greater force 

binding our subconscious together in marriage. 

I think that perhaps those poets might have gotten it right:

Two hearts can be carried in one; No soy ni eres sino que somos.

And still, I cannot think of the reason why I like you.

I cannot because I love you. 

You, who have taught me that rose-colored glasses are really quite unnecessary.   

You, and the lasting impressions you leave on me until finally your imprint becomes my own. 

You, in the way you make my heartbeat beat poetry.

You. I love you and

you are my reason. 

Reviews

[KCthelastboyscout]

I miss this euphoric feeling you're writing about.whoever this person is to make you feel this way I hope you have this feeling every day