I longed for the hands I now hold,
as they reached out to the water
while I was floating by,
the tides pulling me back
into the chasm of mind;
Cavities opened in my heart;
became the perfect sanctuary
for weary psyches such as ours.
Submerge with me and rest awhile;
Let us rock to the sound of the bass,
an exclusive lullaby, enveloping us,
and giving new meaning
to surround sound.
For you, my love,
I would run confidently into battle,
disarmed,
and ready to exclaim our truths
that they will not acknowledge
without force.
I would bring a flower
to a gunfight,
just to prove my loyalty to cause,
a war without blood,
only us,
and victory amongst all odds
aimed against us.
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If there ever was a smile
to soak up the salt in the sea,
boil the toxins in the raging waves,
and offer fresh water to the thirsty,
it would be yours.
If there ever was a voice
to quiet the howl of the wind,
hush the screaming of the storm,
and offer a lullaby
to comfort the terrified,
it would be yours.
If there ever was a soul
deserving of an angel
to offer them relief of sorrow,
and bring to them euphoria,
I am certain,
it would be yours.
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Perspiration glued my shirt to my skin
on that thursday afternoon, my hands
tired from carrying boxes from room
to room, the last of their strength just
enough to write their gratitude towards you.
You had not remembered me – at first.
I was a few breaths away from taking
my last, when the hope that radiated
from a single text brought me back to
the present.
It was that day, i learned what it really felt
like to hold a conversation with one radiating
equal interest, shown in their thumbs growing
sore, and the smiles through the screens.
It wasn’t long before text turned to call turned to
video, turned to the moment our hearts pounded
beneath a ribcage aching to break free and connect
what it did not know it was missing.
The day we met in person for the first time in years,
was the first time i felt electricity dripping from the
fingertips that touched me.
The first time i felt what I’d never known to be passionate;
intimacy I’d only ever read about in the books I always
escaped to. It was only the beginning, and the first of many
promises.
And now I ask for the promise of forever from you, because
I never want to lose the one that showed me the way it’s supposed
to be; That showed me the freedom that comes with the security of
falling so deeply in love with someone that feels the same.
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I would sooner go deaf
than never again listen
to the river flowing from your lips,
so smooth
that it appears almost still.
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The boys I’ve dated
made me believe I loved too hard
to be held onto.
Little did I know
all I had to do
was look for a man instead.
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I caught a whiff of the final rose
when following a trail of wilted petals,
on a search for a place to heal
the damage caused by running
through thorns.
I found you behind emerald vines
clinging to the sills of open windows,
tending neglected flowers,
in a garden with little hope
of regrowth.
And I knew that this
was the beginning of forever
for a broken honeybee.
They wrote songs about your mrs.
Danced in the embers
of her footsteps.
They worshiped her beauty
and praised her wit,
begging you to appreciate
the love in her eyes.
But it was the attention she welcomed,
atracted into your home,
that drilled the desire to rebuild.
The rarity of good love songs
is not a surprise to me in the least-
I have learned
that no matter how beautifully you sing,
you could never do justice to the feeling;
No matter how perfect the metaphor,
there is no description,
only experience.
When you fall in love,
there is no more a reason to search
through creation,
so the best of itself goes unnoticed,
but for the memories you embrace
for the intimacy of keeping it your own.
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I could say it, yes
form the syllables of that expression,
But I could never describe
or represent the feeling.
It is beyond its letters,
and exceeded its uses.
It is more than this,
More than us,
And no matter how hard I try,
How much I write,
I could never tell you
what it truly means
to love you.
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