
By Jude Casimir
Today, I tried to take a picture of you
so that I could remember you
and how you made me feel happy and cool
and important and just better about myself
with the little things you’d say to me and
just how you talked to me
And it’s people like you who make me think in
sappy love-song cliches, who make me want to skip around
like a little girl who hasn’t quite experienced
the harshness of this world just yet
And, yes, it’s people like you who make me believe
that maybe the world isn’t such a harsh place after all
And you’re beautiful in the way you sarcasm the shit out of everything,
in the way you can sound so intelligent one second,
and then be completely idiotic the next,
in the way you walk, your shoulders thrown back like you refuse to let people take you down
in the way you carry yourself, you could own the world, you really could
and you’re beautiful in the way you do the things that make you perfectly you
So I tried to take a picture of you
so that I could remember you,
so that I could capture you without actually capturing you
but I couldn’t get the camera to focus in on you well enough
See, my hands were too shaky, my brain too scattered,
and I decided to do what I do best:
write
and I wrote about you instead
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