Someone Like You

Every time a new poetry rebels out of me,

I smell the previous pages of my journal.

As a tribute to the secrets 

Between my pen and the pages,

Shared at the scariest moments,

Whispering a lot of theories about you...

One of them explains the struggle of

My pen, traveling to the

Galaxies of my existence

In search of any word entwined half as hard with my heart

Echoing in my head, twice as loud as your name.

Alas, No luck so far...

Another theory talks about your dislike towards

The world

That is directly proportioned to your Love towards my words

Or maybe me, or both.

They say, sometimes people fall for art,

Sometimes they fall for the artists,

But never both...

In our case, I'd like to believe the impossible!

A similar theory suggests, 

That every time my words erratically drool over you

Unleashing more than you could contain,

It makes you skip heartbeats...

That I somehow manage to

Sync with mine,

Just to discover someone like you 

In the momentary lapses of the lifeline...

The most affirmed theory however

Declares in bold capitals that

No matter how many combinations of letters you seek

To get rid of me...

There'll always be one 

That'll keep me in the lead.

To find you back.

To bring you back.

To write you back...

Between these whispers of my ink and the pages,

In 26 letters, in 26 chances,

In 26 verses,

To rediscover someone like you,

One poem at a time!