the vortex poem

[inkkk_eyes]

to think you were waiting all along 
is kind of shocking to me. 
if only i would have woken up sooner, 
let my eyes see all they could have seen. 
but the beautiful thing about being awake
is that a smile's no longer a dream. 
for the first time my tongue's really swelling up,
for the first time i'm actually counting real blessings.

i'm pretty sure it happened the moment we met - 
that's the water, splashing on my face - 
we sang songs under bunk beds, 
ate cake in a kitchen
with big frosting balloons and a chocolate glaze. 
i still have that picture we took, on my wall
held up by thumbtacks on a bulliton board.
i covered sam up with two les mis tickets,
so it looks like it's only you and me. 
the red eye's gone crazy, so i look possessed
but yours are still as blue as ever,
and you're standing there, grinning, with both thumbs up,
and the whole thing warms my heart.

i can't wait for the day when we go to seattle,
because you know i'm taking you with me.
i want you to go to madison,
and play tennis there while i write books and finish classes.

i like the way you smile with your entire face,
i like how you freak out over specific songs
and secretly love mini coopers.
we could go canoeing maybe,
or bake cookies in my kitchen
because for some reason that's something i've always wanted to do.
i want you to teach me how to snowboard, 
and i'll teach you about iambic pentameter,
and how to properly stab caesar.

to think you were waiting all along
and all i had to do was change 
the slightest bit in focus. 
it's a funny thing, this life we live
isn't it?