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sweetest spun sugar candy lattice youre bright as cellophane and twice as pretty light refracts across balled-up and re-flattened crinkle-cut iridescent undertowing irises they say eyes, you know, window to the self stained glass is rare but layers of oil-rainbow stuck in the cracks shatter pattern not-quite-broken and perhaps on the duct-tape mend is quite as beautiful
these are the things that i still cannot tell you: • i have memorized the spaces you inhabit, hoping to know you better through them • the day we went together to red robin, in the rain, it was always my intention to let you forget you were wearing my jacket until we'd parted ways • one hundred miles is not a lot, in the scheme of things. i will not let it pull us apart • i wear the hat you made for me often enough that those seeing me daily notice when it's gone • the day we met, i knew i wanted to know you well enough to love you • and i do. i do love you. • i love you for your strengths, for your faults, your shortcomings; i love you for your rips and rents and every impurity. i love you for your joys, for your achievements, and i love you for your losses. i love you for anything you could ever throw at me, and i love you for everything you choose not to because you're not ready. • every time i see a beautiful thing i think of you
hayfevered posted a topic in Poetrytired headspace reruns flicker behind loose folded arms, spine straight against passenger seat tipped til it won't anymore-- i'd drive with you as far as the light pollution goes, into the not-quite-dark shared with star and sunset that feels like home wearing yesterday's kisses like exquisite purple scarf, eyes half-closed and staring towards orange streetlights-- i want to see the atlantic with you, to know if whitecapped waves surge green and cicadas tremolo there how i imagine they do the red stoplight shines a million times, once for each raindrop on the windshield: refracting, faceted, quartzlike-- i'd bike with you to my own childhood haunts, the concrete- rimmed tadpole pond and backyard green belt, berrypicking rock off into doze, into sleepy mind ramble and rememory, into loving you and loving you and loving you unspokenly-- i'll never be anything but good for you if it's the last thing i do.
sunshine of my life with eyes that sparkle with joy i haven't the words you are my support but do you even know that you're my beating heart i cannot tell you because i am so afraid that i might lose you but oh, if you knew how much i deeply loved you i think i would fly