Yet More Common(place)

"Like this/loving you" - never saw it coming.
Oh, this me aching, breaking, bleeding, smearing lack of proper judgment. Also known as tendency to follow one's *heart* rather than one's *head*. Meaning one falls off one's heels and into heaven, on every unseemly, hopelessly, useless occasion. Ta-dah. By Scaramouche, the po(t)et, and at first glance this seemingly speaks for itself - but in fact, it was also written in reference to my blogger-anniversary. Listening to sixties' music and old Eurovision hits and all. Nope, didn't see this coming. And yup, I do write a lot about feelings and (particularly) loving these days. Strange things. I discuss relationships, but don't actually involve myself properly in one. Well, kinda - but, in order to make it more conceivable, let me quote my facebook profile: "it's complicated". I never was that much of an expert in this department. Never claimed to be, either. I'm a lady in love; that being said, I can't really act in accordance with it. Writing poems about it works better, for me, solving some of the (more distinctively subjective) problems at the same time. So I sit then, on my own, and belch forth rhyming couplets about wordless couples. Be it as it may, that I sound more and more like Max Martin and Simon Cowell. God Save the Queenie. Over here, then:

the resolution gone, wrong,
I won't be resolved
the colour schemes don't fit,
can't see the contrasts
did I understand how it would be,
did I imagine its becoming
how to prepare for the impossible,
yet seek the necessary preparations

when you are all I need,
that's how I need you, also,
more than a fact
that's remaining unconfirmed
a presence, for the moment
I am parted from
forgiven, not forgotten;
I reach out to find connection

I wonder, wonder long,
much too wonderful with you
keeping up a guessing game
whilst I am at delay with dice
will I perceive eventually
or lose myself to pure perception
am not acquainted with reactions of affect,
depening on my sole affection

craving someone's love,
never establishing a craving
constantly I seem to give
somehow not knowing what I'm giving
the pleasure in what you assert
came not to me as an assertion
exclaim no preferences in a wish
but made clear your predilection

meanwhile you are all I need
that's how I'll need you onward
more than a face
that's redrawn in weakening outlines
a present, for the momentary,
I find myself parted from
never forgotten, still forgiven,
I reach out for our connection