Micheala Ruth September | + Follow Poet |
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Like the Sun, Like the Sky

Eyes as blue as the cloudless sky,
Hair as dark as a starless night,
Jaw as sharp as a shining blade,
And face as smooth as the wet sand on the beach
With a voice as warm as the sun
On a hot summer's day

All of these aspects of Mr-Blue-Eyed-Monster 
Are great, 
But those are nothing more than his outer image

Have you ever seen the boyish grin
That formed when he was happy?
Or the way his eyes would sparkle
When he spoke of something he loved?
How about the way he stutters when he's nervous
And blushes when he's said something dumb
Or just plain shy?

You've never cared for his insecurities
You only pointed them out.
You've never seen him tremble at the sound of thunder,
Or cry when Dobby died.
You've never seen him bite his lip 
When he's afraid he's upset you
Or how he fiddled with his hands when he asked you out

You've never heard him fumble over words
Or trip more times than you could count
Because he's simply too nervous for the first date

You've never seen how his eyes shine
Under the fireworks at midnight
On New Year's Day

You wouldn't know that he asks for permission 
Every time he wants a kiss
Or how he carries mistletoe
Every single Christmas
So that he won't need to ask for a kiss that day.

How he wears mismatched socks 
Because he always loses the other one to a pair
Or how he promises to never lose you the way he loses them
-Because he's too damn cheesy.

You've never heard him complain about 
The expectations he has to reach or
How he's worried for his marks

You've never seen how 
He messes up he's hair 
And mutters incoherently
In foreign languages,
Worried that he'll disappoint everyone 
Yet again

You've never heard how he laughs
At his own little jokes
And calls them brilliant
Even though they're lame

All you've cared about was 
Hot-Blue-Eyed-Boy
And whether he's good in bed

You haven't considered that he's keeping that
For his special someone 
Because all you see 
Is another good looking boy
So you automatically think that he must be like other boys.

Well, he's not.

You haven't considered that
There's more to him than 
His voice like the sun,
And eyes like the sky

He's not just another boy.
No two people are the same
- Or so the Blue-Eyed-Monster has taught me.

Copyright © Micheala Ruth September | Year Posted 2018

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