Love poems are so rarely my thing
I like to read a good one sometimes
But to write one?
Not so much lately
…
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Love poems are so rarely my thing
I like to read a good one sometimes
But to write one?
Not so much lately
…
How about
Instead of throwing up our hands
Saying “Nothing matters”
We instead say
“Everything matters”
I ask myself again:
Why shouldn’t the way I live matter to me?
…
Sobbing under stone
Screaming nothings with words doomed
To be forgotten
Grayscale adventures
In another time and place
Lessons to be learned
Well then you could swallow [the moon], and it would all dissolve, see?
It’s a Wonderful Life
And the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair.
Journeys true and false
Adventurous together
Sleep comes calmly now
Just make it to next year. That part’s easy, right? I’m almost there! Please let me stay a little longer. Maybe I’ll find what I need. Just give me a little more time.
Eternity is a long time. Please stop rushing me. Eternity is patient. It can wait a few more months for me. It can wait a little longer. It can wait. It can wait. It can wait a little longer. I can wait a little longer. I can wait. I can wait. I can wait.
Surroundings tilted
Questioning reality
Deserving nothing
Press thoughts into me like fingertips
But explain to me what they mean
Shove feelings down my throat like cupcakes
But tell me what the flavours are
Invite me to the dinner table like I’m one of you
But show me how you live every single day
With the same humanoid shape
With the same language
With the same homeland as I
With your body comprised of the same proteins as I
With the same glucose in your veins as I
I’ll pay voracious attention this time, I swear
I’ll try really hard to learn
So that one day I may be able
To finally assume the shape of your thoughts
And learn to play your part
December 6, 2024
… But then
I think of them seeing me from the inside out
I imagine their mind’s fingers combing the strands tangled in my shallows
…
With thoughts and love I
Revisit with empathy
Dear friend’s expressions
If I really could
I would raise high scaffolding
To lift heavy hearts