Posts tagged Love
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and you:

you wipe the slate clean

you’re not afraid to say things

that scare the hell out of the self-righteous

you right my wrongs and all the other ones

that people like use as weapons

you shake the defenses


i love the way you

look me in the eye,

reassure me i don’t have to hide myself

around you or anyone else

by the way you most certainly don’t hide yourself


i think we’ve found a balance

i think we’ve managed

to love our in-betweens

you’re the island i need in a sea of emotions

(i know good-and-well you like walking by the shore,

but i promise not to tell your friends)


and i:

i’ve never been more sure—

looking back or looking forward—

that the person that i was before

and the person that you’re holding

is lucky to be yours

 

i’m lucky to be yours

to be human

To feel the heartbreak in the longing

To hope when you're a fool believing

To try when nothing will be easy


To trust the dreams found deep inside you

To sing the melodies that move you

To love the life that's running through you

To love the life that's running through you

A love letter to physical books.

so I sat and diddled— 

distracted— 

until my devices died

and I, overdosed, had no choice

but to dive

into my book  

the poetry, the pen

all sitting patiently

beside racing screens

 

i know what it feels like

to share my words and wait for

them to be read, to be “liked” 

or “swiped”

the anticipation of which has become

no doubt

like a drug—

two taps on a screen,

digital endorphins—

but i have no clue what it feels like

for these inked words

to find themselves tapping their fingers

waiting

on pages on shelves in arms and bags

waiting

for eyes to dance

for mouths to let out sighs like

”wow”

for their paper-thin skin  

to jump right off the page

and into the brain

of someone who, for a moment,

remembers 

we are not machines.