What is it about you?

What is it about you that always makes me to write.
I pick up the pen and can feel the scratching sound beneath my fingers as the pen glides over the smooth blank page.
You take me to that place that's so hard to find.
The place I need to reach before I can write something worth writing about.
What is it about you that makes it so hard to let you go?
Your hazel eyes speak to me as they reflect gold in the sunlight like the crisp leaves falling around me in the Fall.
What is it about you that still has a hold on my heart
I can feel it fluttering wildly in my chest at the sound of your name.

What is it about HER that made you want to stay?  
 
Just bc you smoke and fell in love with the moon and stars doesn't make you my soulmate.
Just bc you wrote me poems and songs doesn't mean you love me.  
Just bc you once loved me doesn't me you still do.
Or ever will.