Falling for Ms. Perfect
I once fell for a woman who wanted to be my friend forever. It was this idea of ‘forever’ that made me express my love. She answered silence and I was remorseful.
I once fell for a woman whose eyes made me feel I stood before the Mother Goddess in a temple. It was her presence that silenced my mind and made me write poetry.
I once fell for a woman who reminded me of myself. The reflection I saw when I stood in front of the mirror during my childhood. It was broken and mended.
I once fell for a woman who was smarter than me. She was searching for someone smarter than her.
I once fell for a woman whose cooking reminded me of my mother. The memories she brought, the admiration I felt for those tastes of old.
I once fell for a woman whom I could never draw. It was the sheer serenity on her face that I could never put down on a paper. The frustrations she brought, the pencils I broke.
I once fell for a woman for whom I exchanged my purpose. The tears I swelled up, the monster she let out of me.
I once fell for a woman who never looked upon me but I did, anyways.