It used to be that I could pluck you from the air
Like the warm taste of an idea I was having
You’d be laid out perfectly in front of me
In the same way a full buffet would be
Morsels of sentences and thoughts
Inspired by cuisine I’d never tried before
Now, your punctuated rhythm is a destination
As yet untouched by the breath of any pen
Your secrets now have to be deciphered
Because they have spent too long hiding
From swords that might turn them into the
Unrequited poetry you never wanted to be
Our story starts on the edge of darkness
Waiting for a writer to love long enough
I picked a lovely flower today.
I didn’t choose it for the way
It stood more beautiful than all of the others.
It didn’t entice me with its
Two red lips
Except for, that it did.
It wasn’t shameless, obvious grandeur
That stopped me.
I picked a lovely flower today
That was perfect in its imperfection.
I would do it again.
“Run away with me.” And, she doesn’t mean ‘away’… So I suppose what she really mean is, stay.
Stay with me and let me show you what real love is supposed to be. Let me be the heat to your cold, and let’s grow old talking to each other about something new every day. Let’s be places and see everywhere together. Let’s love each other until the end of time; or the beginning of it.
Because it’s something I can’t properly hide. I feel like it’s a secret that lives on my lips and all of the answers would be there in the kiss; the big reveal in the feel of your soul in my hands and the beat of hearts that race because they can.
I don’t know if I’m allowed to say it because we haven’t reached that part yet, but I have a prepared an “I told you so” I can’t forget. I love the sound of your voice when you speak, it captivates me. It slams a shiver down my spine that I can’t escape, and you’re mine. I want to discover your mind like there’s nothing to find, but everything hidden somewhere inside.
She wants to write you like the greatest story ever read; “I will wait for you” is all she said.
Reminded by rows of poppy field crosses
We cannot forget the unimaginable loss of
Little boys sent away who didn’t have any idea when
They might return to their mothers or grow into men
For the families who sent their sons off to war
Lest we forget the freedom they went to fight for
For the tragic reminders in returned servicemen
It’s for them we commemorate; their fallen friends
I want to worship your body like a Greek God.
I don’t know if I’m allowed to say that because
We haven’t even embarked on reaching that part yet.
Just… It’s something I can’t properly conceal,
I’m certain it’s a secret that lives on my lips and
All of the answers hide there in one simple kiss;
The big reveal in the feel of you beneath my hands
And the beat of hearts that race because they can.
The misadventure of a question
Is that, in not knowing
The answer can be an ending
Of our own pretending
When the truth hurts so much
More than had ever occurred to us
It sounded like a decade of connection
Breaking apart into uncountable pieces
And we let them grab a tight hold anyway
As if we come across perfection every day
In a world where it would be okay to touch
Not wanting it so much is a performance
And as frightening as it is to have him know
Unnerving is being love and letting it go