Reaching out to you is like
endeavouring to reach the stars from here on Earth.
To hold your hand is like
striving to hold air in my hands.
Caring for you is like
attempting to make myself taller than I already am.
Me making you happy is like
struggling to tickle myself but it ain’t working.
Waiting for you is like
waiting for rain in the desert.
Moving on from you is like
undertaking to defeat an ignorant man in an argument.
But tell me, why is it…
that you make falling in love with you
just so evidently easy?
MR @ 2016