It was you.
Everything you did
Every fleeting moment
Of undeniable adoration,
Lust.
I was infatuated
Your striking blue eyes
contrasting violently
with your burnt umber hair.
Your sonorous voice stood out,
Stood out like a dove
In an unkindness of ravens.
Your rugged yet silken hands
Deep cerulean veins
strung from the bottoms of your fingers
Up your gently muscular arms.
The way your gaze would occasionally
Catch mine
Where, for only a second,
I\'d feel pure electricity
Coursing through me like a tributary.
But then I\'d feel the insidious pain
And I\'d question everything
Every single thing I\'d done
Trying to find the seed of my suffering
Only to realise
It wasn\'t my complicated way of meeting you.
It wasn\'t my timing.
It wasn\'t my juvenescence
Actually,
It wasn\'t me at all.
It was you.