Magic Show
Imagine how many roses we’ve exchanged over a million magic shows tightly strung in a few seconds of chat bubbles and awkward commentary of how much we adore each other. Your top hat is a trusty bag of surprises, and I find it fascinating. You’ve pulled doves, rabbits, rainbow handkerchiefs, and other marvels that usually makes kids smile — but I didn’t expect you to pull my heart with grace that made me giggle like a fool.
It’s a pipe dream how you managed to find me and not move an inch. With closed inspections of my every move, you’ve taken snapshots of my mountain tops to my pitfalls. I’ve mistaken you for a desperate lad, but alas I’ve also been proven wrong. Demystifying my illusory viewpoint, you managed to convince me you were more than another stranger behind some pictures and text. You were genuine, sincere, and good with words, despite your denial of such claims.
In fact, you’ve always been that way, haven’t you?
If circumstances led us here, then what is the future luring us towards? We live cities away, touch starved and going insane with our little “if only". Between our sweet words to each other, the reality of a disease surfaces with contempt. Star-crossed, but only barely touching fingernails. An asymptote just a hairline away from an everlasting intersection.
Lost is finally found, but only because we are lost in the places not found by us.
Tickle me with your harmonies that melt into candle light, and let’s become the orchestra that will always perform. Sing me to sleep as the curtains of my eyes close, and lull my consciousness as I fade into black. Do not join me because we are miserable in our own right, but because we’ve finally found the child-like happiness that we never really understood.
We’re no one’s toys, but now we own ourselves. Two wholes just enough to make a glass cup that could possibly be our ultimate definition of “just full, not empty".
There’s nothing I’d want more than to see it through, but for as long as the clock ticks slower with every day, then we will only meet face-to-face through little boxes where we’d smile at each other in this exciting border that divides silence and noise. I only save these meanderings for the best, and you’ve somehow climbed ranks with brevity. I admit, you don’t have contest, yet here you are, winning a race with only one winner.
And I didn’t even prepare the megaphone that would’ve echoed “ready, get set, and go.”
If you find happiness in me, then let’s put in the work so I can really find mine in you as well. There’s no telling where our destination will be — perhaps there is none because this is a paper boat that’s meant to be sailed into the unknown. You, with the fresh heart, has not feared the absence of some of my pieces. This is not to say you’d fix me and make me feel complete like the movies.
Something tells me that you only see me for who I am. Nothing more, nothing less.
In theory, this would’ve been an easy rejection. You just happen to have luck on your side, cranking the difficulty to every gamer’s definition of “insane". You win, and I’m somehow equal parts a prize and a winner.
So in practice, this was the easiest I’ve had love in my hands.
The cage of my heart is rusty, and you only had to make one little blow to the lock. Suddenly, I’m finally free. Perhaps none of this makes sense right now (and probably for a long time), but for once in my life I have something I can claim.
I can love you as much as I wouldn’t mind you loving me, and nothing will ever be the same.
