The axis life and love rest on
Early February
I was grabbed by the heart
by a hand that has left an unassuming mark
dragged me into his world
so eager that I ran and led the way
only to fall to the ground
and now here I lay
looking up at the stars
constellations showing all that we are
you're looking at Pegasus
and I can't take my eyes off of Cepheus
but I am blindly hoping
that eventually they'll align
And the Greek God's will cry
because their remains are what will
make our world shine
Sometimes I see you as a tornado
of chaotic beauty
spun with excitement and bravery
I see you in puddles with rippled reflections
I start to compose
the concept of perfection
In you I see a person full of people
I see the dedicated martyr at the church steeple
I see my favourite Sunday morning
when I'm awoken by the sun and all feels right
I see my struggling Tuesday night
when sobbing is the only thing I can properly recite
And when you leave me
I will see you in paintings
in loud echoes of laughter
in cleverly worded one-liners
in analytical accuracy
and in the struggle of spontaneity
and every time someone asks me
who I am
I'll think of you
and the fact
that I never had an answer
and I still don't know
But you ended up telling me
You were inebriated
but every word you spoke
I appreciated
You said I always aim for love
but always hit it on the outside
Said I was vulnerable, sad
and that I cover myself in layers
of things that aren't truly who I am
I'm still unsure if you're a muse
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poem by Vanessa Grixti
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