All About You

Twenty Nine

I t was there all along.

Telling me, through the dreams I would have of Marlon's brown eyes, instead of Rafayel’s green ones.

It was there, in the way my heart would race at the sound of Marlon’s voice, at the way he would say my name.

In how I would crumble at the sight of his smile. A sight I want to commit to my being. To tattoo beneath my eyelids.

It was there, in our late night calls.

And even back then.

The truth would stare me in the face, when Marlon would infuriate me in ways that no one ever had before. He’s always been the only one able to crawl under my skin. To challenge me.

Throughout the better parts of my life, and the worse parts I’ve faced, he was always there. And through the better days and worse moments of his life, I was always there.

We’d always been lingering, within each other’s gravity. Nobody knows me quite like he does. It’s always been him.

And if the poets didn’t know us any better, they would call us soulmates.