"Why do you still want to be around me?"

"You're the one that reminded me that I was a poem. I didn't know it, but I had spent my entire life as a poet, dissolving myself onto a blank page to write poems about others; about the people who had hurt me, the people who had changed me, and the people who had helped me. So the moment you took that pen from my hand and fit it so well into yours, I realized that I needed to take a break from that dreadful pain of others. I remember the moment when you looked at me, your eyelashes sending shadows onto your cheeks, and started writing about me. About me. And I realized that I was one of the people I had always written about, I had hurt people around me, I had changed people around me, and best of all I had helped people around me. And I had become the poem."

*~j.c~*