You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
And I know that.
But I can’t rediscover it every fucking day.
I can’t return to that epiphany
every time my alarm clock goes off.
But what I can do, and do quite naturally,
is become jaded and unimpressed by it.
I can see your beauty as normal,
as one of my life’s many constants.
I can climb atop its shoulders and travel about,
rolling my eyes at sunsets and rainbows,
dismissing all the beauty in the world as
less than average.
And I can complain to you about it.
And you can deduce your beauty from that.
Seasons (Waiting On You)
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