wisteria

talking to you is dangerous
it gets me all worked up in wisteria
no, not the pretty purple flowers,
but a concoction of wistfulness and hysteria.

you pull me back from the joys i find in my here and now
and you remind me of the girl i was by simply having known her
not just her face, her name, or the sound of her voice
i always say this, but i truly feel that you knew my inner workings
you understood what made me tick and what made me talk
you could even predict what i'd say
you understood the things that tugged on my heart strings
and you knew what that felt like to have your heartstrings yanked on
you saw the depths of how i felt things
you understood my tangents-
the deep lyrical ones and the silly play ones alike
maybe i give you too much credit,
but you knew me like no one else

the funny thing with relationships
is you start out invisible to the other person
then you get noticed and upgrade to being opaque- you exist to them
but with time, you become transparent again
though this time, it's a good transparent
they can see right through you,
not all the way through like the original state,
but through, to the very essence of you.