A gift.

I build a world when I think of you.
I mean, it's hard to imagine anything without a background or a sense of being,
so, I build a world when I think of you.

And try as I might to make it true and real,
-why would I want to think anything different?-
there are admittedly a few things you might consider strange.

Like when the sun rises, no matter where you are
it's always seen on your face first.
And the birds there all sing the same songs
but somehow they all sing for you.

I try! I really do, really hard actually
to get this right,
but the lighting is always your best light
and I don't know what that means, really,
but it must be true, 'cause you are beautiful-
-like the moon, you glow, I know!
Even after sunset
when the stars appear
when they kiss your cheeks
slowly,
taking all night.

And when clouds roll in
those kisses wait for you on just the other side of heaven.
And when you walk a starlit street
everyone you meet is smiling - they know
that without the thought of you then they would not exist. Yes,
your presence is a gift.

Author's Note

Heyo- look at me! I'm completely smitten with someone who I'm realizing more and more does not feel the same way. Again.
We issued each other a writing challenge while I was away, this and Hard Cover, Soft Pages came of that, as well as a few other things. Anyways, I'm thinking there wont be an appropriate time to present this/these to her so I'll just dump them here and maybe someone might read them and find they like it.
Currently I just can't believe I wrote it. I feel cheated. Which is wrong, I wasn't, but it's how I'm labeling the things I feel right now.
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Oh right, some back-story I guess, a bit anyways. Last newyears she spent it with a friend completely sober working on each other's self esteem. They repeated phrases they believed about themselves to each other over and over, one of the things she told her friend was that she feels that she is an inconvenience, and that she is the second choice.
I've got something percolating for the "second choice" bit, but I don't know if I want to do that to myself. I feel like I've spent enough emotion already on someone who doesn't seem to reciprocate. Doesn't mean what was spent needs to be wasted though. So here, (again), I hope you enjoyed this.