The Curse Of The Familiar

July 12.

You saw me from a distance

I looked whole, complete.

You know… “put together”

I caught your attention as I always do.

My effortless grace, beautifully masking my imperfections

Gait so pure

Eyes that sparkle with innocence; Sipping into you with every shy glance you took like sunrise sipping into a deserted building through every broken window.

You craved me

My presence made you tense in all the most beautiful ways

You wanted me to stay

Forever

To fix you

And heal every broken part of you with hands that looked like they could turn anything into something beautiful again.

And lips that seemed as though they could kiss anything back to life

And sensitivity that made it fashionable to wear your heart out in the open

A laugh contagious enough to put a smile on a “mad-eye”

You sought me

Consciously

You had your sights set and you did not look away.

You wanted to feel the warmth I so freely gave everyone else.

The mystery of the unfamiliar

But what happens when I become familiar too quickly?

When my words of today can be explained by the conversations from weeks before.

And my depth becomes easy to reach

When regularity browns out the green in my hazel eyes

And my kisses fail to warm you up from inside out

What happens when I lose my mystery?

When this gift becomes it’s curse?

What happens when you feel the dreadful curse of the familiar?