is this you?

Is this you or me

Ive spent a long time, trying to find the best parts of me

And before I met you… I thought I had found them

I thought I, as a blue spruce had grown as tall as I could

But you make me realize that I am a redwood.

I worked and grew, and sprouted and sprang,

Before I met you I thought running a mile was an amazing thing

And then you made me realize I was built for marathons

I cant decide, if these parts were in me before,

So deep in my core, Then I met you and the rain began to poor

On the painting that I called me,

This painting was a twelve years olds kids late assignment, painted 15 min before it was due so he could pass the class,

As the finger paint, and chalk drip, drop away,

You reveal me as a Rembrandt.

I was a small stream, flowing, almost unnoticed down a rocky trail,

And you're the flash flood that caught everyone’s attention including mine.

As you flooded my every thought, drenching me in your waters

I found that, leaving you was like leaving you was like leaving a hot tub in the winter time.

Even when I’m late, busy, flustered, worried, worked, spent, tired, hungry, thirsty, sad, moved, rocked, socked, mocked, pushed for time, or late for a dead line. Ill wait until the last possible moment to leave. Because a part of me stays when I do.

A warmth leaves, and cold returns that can be difficult to subdue.

I try towel off, but my body seems an endlessly shiver

Am I in you, like you are in me?

Do you have trouble finding your way into sleep, because im on your mind?

Does your heart sink when you see a picture of me, and realize that im hundreds of miles away?

Do you feel the same cold when I leave, as I do?

is this you, is it me?