The Meet Cute

The Meet Cute

A strange moment in time when I happened to meet you.

Where did you come from? 

How did you get here?

Why is it so hard for me to look at you?

The feeling of familiarity is just a little too much for me.

That look in your eyes and your confidence when you speak,

Piques my curiosity – Take Two -

Just for a moment.

How did you get here?

I'm starting to want relief,

My curiosity now, at an all-time high,

 Though your words were brief,

they play over in my mind.

That look in your eyes is like a reflection but why?

The Meet Cute

What is it that you want from me?

Here we go again, another gesture,

Romantic but it’s like I’m being tortured and taunted

By my own thoughts and desires.

There you go adding fuel to a fire that was dying

Uninvited.

How did you get here? 

Memories flooding back to me, Deja-Vu?

The strangest part is that I don’t know you - or do I?

All those familiarities starting to make sense to me;

But so indefinitely - How?

This cannot be happening to me, right?

My mind is playing tricks on me.

As if it’s emotional warfare,

I am battling myself, but I’m not winning. 

Who is he?

How did he get here?

This man creating fantasies in my mind.

I'm screaming they’re wrong on the inside,

Yet, convincing myself that they’re right.

I needed it.

I lost the battle against myself.

My anxiety and nervousness got the best of me,

Conflicting my morals with my sexual needs.

But; When he pulled me close, holding me firm and tight...

When he looked into my eyes before putting his lips on mine,

I lost.

Turns out, there is no difference between him and I.

Here you have this Magnificent King...

Dealing with trials and tribulations surfacing from every direction trying to break him.

So that look in his eyes,

The look so familiar to me – is pain.

The pain that I feel looking back at me times ten

It’s intense; There it is. 

The Meet Cute.

That predestined moment in time,

When your pain recognized mine...

I see you.

That - is a fucking Meet Cute.