Poems From The Heart - The Cancellation

When I think of you, I think of home because I can always be myself.
When I think of your smile, I think of the sun. Like ice cream on sticky days, I simply melt.
When I think of your laugh, I think of the wind. Blowing right through me and lifting me up.
When I think of your charisma, I think of candy, because I just can't get enough.

It seemed as if the world was a pool of perpetual emotion-eating acid.
But you entered into life, made it anew, and now troubled-waters seem so placid.
You floated calmly into the seas the exact opposite of the way a bowling ball would.
And your mysteriousness captured the soul completely; it entered and felt so good.

I studied your figure, intrigued by your design. I intricately followed your every move.
Your complexity had me mesmerized. Your physique, every ripple and groove.

You are the honeycomb that hangs down low and the world is the selfish bumble bee.
And although honey badgers frequently come and go, your followers are persistent and do not leave.
Those beautiful worlds that were taken from your eyes are so wonderful and magically exquisite.
No one can explore the entirety of them. The thought is so wrong, they dismiss it.

Those fingertips that many have never felt, oh how some long to be caressed.
They create such captivating thoughts in the mind about the spectacular finesse.

When I think of you, I think of myself, as ironic as it seems.
Because we are so wonderful and yet ripped at the seams.
Our smiles light such flamboyant fires of happiness, joy, and bliss.
Our laughter, it brings the entire world into a beautifully painted canvas.
And the charisma we have shows such potential for being something grand.
And with the contact of one fingertip, the universe is in our hands.

Home is where we both belong, although equally magnificent, we cannot be.
Because you're astonishing but I am breathtaking, one of us must leave.

We sadly cancel each other out.

By: Kelvalyn Arbizu
1-25-06