the poem that is above all other poems.

agata

 

your there again.
right in front of me.

your smiling again.
as you pass me.

your thinking one thing.
I am thinking another.


its insane.

you have no idea.

that.
your eyes are driving me crazy.
your skin is like gold in front of my eyes.
it shimmers it shines.
your hands are that of perfection.
when you lift them up, they are all I notice.
your hair is perfect.
golden golden hair that matches your skin and eyes.
I always thought that was my favorite.
then your hair turned darker and that was my favorite.

wednesday your wearing your green shirt, and some white shorts.
that is my favorite.

but now it is sunday, you are wearing your white dress.
wait. that is my favorite.


I don't have a favorite outfit.
I don't have a favorite hair style.
I don't care if you are tan or pale.
you are perfection in my eyes.

yes you have flaws.
and I see them.
I see them more now then I ever did.
but I still care about you more than anything.
those flaws did nothing.

I still start falling when I see you.
I still can't concentrate when you look at me.
I still lose my train of thought when you talk to me.

my heart dies when I see you.
my heart lives when I see you.

you are the object of my dreams.
you control them.
the nightmares cause me to wake crying in the night.
they are horrible, and painful beyond belief.
however some dreams cause me to wake up smiling.



your voice makes me tremble.
its deep, and the most beautiful sound on earth.
your laugh makes my heart soar.
your happy, and I am happy.
you are sad I am sad.

I love you with all of my heart.
you will never ever understand.
you will never ever know.


because you are a girl.
and I am a girl.
and we are not meant to be.
I am not meant to be the one to hold your hand.
I am not meant to be the one to break into your box.
break into that box, that box that you hide yourself in.
I am not meant to be the one that you run to when your upset.
I am not meant to be the one you wake up next to.
We are not.
I am not.
you are not.


but I am here for you.
I can't pull myself away.
I have tried.
and tried.
and tried.
but its not working.

its been two years.
two years of this.

always remembering your voice.
I didn't know it was you.
and then I was told it was you.
I couldn't stop crying.

you mean the absolute world to me agata.
and this time I am using your name.

the name of perfection.
the name of my dreams.
the name of my love.
the name. the name.

the name that belongs to the person.
with the amazing smile.
the golden eyes, and skin.
the dark black hair. that changes almost everyday.
the perfection on the field.
the angel in the church.
the one and only.

have you ever noticed agata??
that I can hardly take my eyes of you.
that I constantly ask if you need help.
how when you smile at me I totally pause.
how sometimes when I ask you, or talk to you,
I cannot figure out what I am saying.


has anyone ever told you...
that you have the prettiest eyes.
that you truly are stunning.
that you are one of the best people I have met.
that your shoulders go slightly inward when you laugh.
how your eyes crinkle up when you smile.
how you always turn your hand towards the band during confession of faith.
how you sleep with your palms up.
that you have a deep breathing pattern.
that you always seem to know what to say.



has anyone ever told you....

agata you are perfect just the way you are?

Reviews

[Jake Martin]

thats a very nice poem
the emotion in it is great
makes a lot of sense, and is well written.
you know whats sorta random, though?? my sister's name is agata.. spelled like that