When You Called Me Beautiful
Mystical- Unique and beautiful girl. Her difference is what makes her special. Creative and loves art from dancing & singing to drawing and writing. Born to shine. (paraphrase, Urban Dictionary)
You were wearing a cream colored cardigan on world kindness day.
In honor of Fred Rogers, it was good to be back in the neighborhood.
You were doing a monologue on about feeling
like a detective agency instead
of a trainer:
How your last case was hard to follow:
the woman in black, mysterious and mystical.
Mystical- I was beautiful, rare, you had never met my equal.
Mysterious- you would never figure me out.
You could never love- straight darkness,
spiked collars hanging from girls’ necks,
loud music would give you whiplash.
You fear me but you’re in quiet awe when
you see me in black velour and worn out denim.
The total blackness of this piece of midnight sky.
A normal guy could never love a girl in double leather.
For a minute, I wish that I could be that girl: bohemian
in splashes of color, gold being prominent for hometown sports.
My soul revels in black- comfort- and hanging out in cemetaries.
Drinking Dunkin Donuts iced coffee under my grandma’s vault.
I was once inducted into the family of Cooper.
I knew three things that morning:
- A spark was shot across my chest, making me finally feel again.
- Just one knock on the door of my heart was enough to storm the gates and take the kingdom.
- You would never be mine. That voice that calmed, relaxed and spoke directly to any beast left inside. That force of nature would never be attached to me.
