Love yourself, Love myself
I don’t think you know how much I want to be like you.
it’s not like an obsession
not a mirror image to compare to
or copy paste,
but more like a deity
where I’m forever looking up
the words spilling from my hands only for you
in a constant state
of worship at your feet.
Already obtained world domination,
more importantly over my heart
pouring gold for you
all for you
and as result
also me.
I don’t think you know how much I want to be like you
with the way you are able to phrase love
in a way that cascades and drowns out
the nightmares and the coldness
and holds me tight
lulling me to sleep,
settling nicely on the tongue
like calico,
like a dream.
The way I love you makes me want to sing
and dance like the coming of spring
and the way you say you love me makes me weak
and I dare not take it for granted,
so with the blossoms of your words
and the butterflies
my heart pours gold for you
all for you
and as a result
also me.
(This poem is about how I, as an artist, am inspired by music artists to create my own work,
looking up to them for motivation, to someday acheive what they have acheived.)