Every Hand Leaves a Mark

I will never know everything.
Sometimes I’m not sure I know anything.
I do know I would wait forever for you.
Then when that one ended I would wait around some more.
Now here I sit next to you.
Why is it so hard to tell you that I love your smile?
That out of all the blue eyes I like yours the best.
That I am so grateful that you let me in.
That I could get lost in your laugh.
That I found something in you I didn’t realize I was missing.
That I haven’t been the same since you became a part of my life.
That every single hand leaves a mark but only yours will last forever.
But that’s exactly how I want my story to be read.
That you shattered me into pieces so I could learn to build me back better.
That you taught me to look to myself to conquer my fears and to believe.
That every single day I hope you’re okay.
At the end of the day I hope you never leave.

2 thoughts on “Every Hand Leaves a Mark

  1. “I do know I would wait forever for you. / Then when that one ended I would wait around some more.”
    I don’t know what figure of speech this is (hyperbole, maybe?), but I like the imagination that one “forever” would end and another would begin, and no matter how many “forevers” there are, the persona would wait for the object of his/her admiration.

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