I wish I could cleave

the piece of me that chases you

my eyes that follow your every move

and my self-conscious heart

bleeds all over the floor.

You and I

we're so far apart

dancing in different circles

that somehow keep intersecting

concentric and confusing

You spin spastically in my brain.

You're everywhere following me

without even noticing

but blind to me where you go

at the party, I bet You don't remember

and I was caught in your magnetism

after I thought I'd never see you again

I brushed you aside.

You showed up again

and again, like deja vu

and again until now, You live rent-free

in my mind because You're exactly my type.

Since every time I move on

I get sucked back in

straight into You all over

haplessly hoping for a future when we meet

when You'll see me this time

or until I utterly obliterate the piece of me

that wants to see

You again. 

Hey Everyone!! I love playing with style in poems. Capitalization seems very trivial but I chose to use it to play a part in the dynamic between "You" and "I" in this piece. This idea floated in my head around the phrase circles that keep intersecting. Let me know what you think. I always love reading your comments. 

---Eliana