Mind Games

the typical "longing for love" story thats unique in its own way ;]

I see your reflection n the back corner of my bedroom mirror, you have ruffled hair, and deep brown magical eyes. I think,  but i can never be sure because everytime i look twice, you disappear.

I can see us walking down that typical beach scenario, holding hands of course, under a starry sky. We're fighting those cheesy "i love you more" battles, but as lame as it gets, i see you smiling, and i see myself gazing into your eyes like a curious little kid. Something about us is so perfect, the way you're holding my hand, the way my head is in the perfect place on your shoulder, we're like two pieces of two different puzzles, except we fit perfectly together. But then, my mind starts to wander off into unrealistic fantasies, and my contacts start to rub, and I open my eyes from the moment of my dreams that always seems the most real, or atleast, as real as it will ever get for me.

I can picture us as one of those couples from almost every movie, we've been best friends forever and finally we realize we're something more. Alot of people say they fell in love the moment they first set their eyes on their "you." But i can't seem to believe that, i never want us to pull the Romeo and Juliet scheme, it's just too drastic. I see us as being simple, yet strong. Loving, yet cautious. But not for long, eventually my hand starts to itch, and yet again i wake up. Now I can't see anything. Once again, you've disappeared.

I think i've subjected myself to searching for you everywhere i look. Pathetic right? But i can't help myself, you're like my cinnamon toast crunch in the morning, and my Jon Mclaughlin album before i go to bed. Something sweet to start the day, and something beautiful to end it.

Then when i'm dreaming, there you are again, but this time we're at a park, i'm trying to pull of some sort of dress, and you're wearing perfection. But i can't define you, i can't describe you, because i've never really seen you. Not with my own eyes anyway.

It's always some sort of dream. But hey, who's complaining? The night has become one of my favorite times of the day. It's when you speak to me, whisper in my ear pointless little jokes and things. But then, something you say suddenly hits me, just like last night, and the night before, and for many nights to come. You nod your head at me, get up, and walk away. I see tears flowing down my face, and i feel the warm drops on my cheeks. My dream's turned into a nightmare, or maybe i'm awake, and in reality? I dont know. I can never seem to tell those apart anymore.

Reviews

[WriterMe]

Wow that was just so soulful. Funny how I imagine my perfect someone to be but as you said it... I cant exactly describe it because I haven't ever seen him. I love the way you put yourself in couple like scenes but imagine a bit of your own world in it and you tend to mix both, creating something perfect.

Something sweet to start the day, and something beautiful to end it.

I love this line. It tends so say so much to the reader. =]
All in all I think you've done a brilliant work. This piece is definitely something relates to some subconscious thought in my head. Great work =]