in my presence…

how can her hair be so perfect
how can her face be perfectly shaped
how can she have the best smile
I’ve
ever
seen.
how could she have the most amazing laugh
I’ve
ever
heard.

why does she have to be in my
presence?
who provided me with this curse
and
this
present?

every picture
every video
you’re perfect.

it has to be a special
innate
ability;
nobody can act that well.

and then, there are your eyes…

speechless.

dumbfounded.

Irrevocable love.

And for once,
I’m not talking about myself.

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jonathandeanrichie

Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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