Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Wednesday
Friday
I don't think I
"And I know, and you know too
that what this is is bad, bad news."
---She and Him, more or less
...but...
...but...
...but...
What I don't do do want don't dare wonder do, do, do wonder don't do do think do think do think don't think daren't think think anyway do want don't want do want, don't want don't do daren't do do think, do think do want but don't do: your hair through my fingers and your neck on my cheek and head-spinning scent of you and I know what makes you laugh when you don't feel like laughing and you let me know when you don't feel like laughing because I can trace the weave of your speech-spinning hands and I've felt your fingertips on my palm and I've known the stretch and shrug of your shoulders and know how they hunch when you feel heavy and how to hold you to help shoulder the weight and you share my weight and everything's lighter when we're together, even the serious things, so sometimes we get mixed up and take the silly things seriously and the the serious things sillily and sometimes we're simply silent and stare into one another and this used to terrify me about you because I have walls for everyone but you- everyone but you, but I never had walls for you because something there is that doesn't love a wall that's for you so I'm for you and you are the spring and the mischief in me and when we meet to walk the line it isn't to heave stones or even sighs because there's nothing between us but what we want there and what we want there is shared and what we do is like like two-wise pastries and identical disinterests and word trades which sound nonsensical because we have eyes and minds in common enough to not need breathe long explanations of being so it's so easy to be honest and this used to terrify me, too, but when walking side-by-side feels more intimate than any love I've made then how could I not...
And it would be easier if you were a stranger or I could forget all your sweet smiles, all the time passing, the peace, the heat, the pain, and all those long nights where our words were our freedom, but I can't unknow don't want to unknow don't do do want dare wonder do, do, do wonder don't do do think do think do think daren't do do want do want, don't want to not do daren't do do think, do think do want but don't do.
that what this is is bad, bad news."
---She and Him, more or less
...but...
...but...
...but...
What I don't do do want don't dare wonder do, do, do wonder don't do do think do think do think don't think daren't think think anyway do want don't want do want, don't want don't do daren't do do think, do think do want but don't do: your hair through my fingers and your neck on my cheek and head-spinning scent of you and I know what makes you laugh when you don't feel like laughing and you let me know when you don't feel like laughing because I can trace the weave of your speech-spinning hands and I've felt your fingertips on my palm and I've known the stretch and shrug of your shoulders and know how they hunch when you feel heavy and how to hold you to help shoulder the weight and you share my weight and everything's lighter when we're together, even the serious things, so sometimes we get mixed up and take the silly things seriously and the the serious things sillily and sometimes we're simply silent and stare into one another and this used to terrify me about you because I have walls for everyone but you- everyone but you, but I never had walls for you because something there is that doesn't love a wall that's for you so I'm for you and you are the spring and the mischief in me and when we meet to walk the line it isn't to heave stones or even sighs because there's nothing between us but what we want there and what we want there is shared and what we do is like like two-wise pastries and identical disinterests and word trades which sound nonsensical because we have eyes and minds in common enough to not need breathe long explanations of being so it's so easy to be honest and this used to terrify me, too, but when walking side-by-side feels more intimate than any love I've made then how could I not...
And it would be easier if you were a stranger or I could forget all your sweet smiles, all the time passing, the peace, the heat, the pain, and all those long nights where our words were our freedom, but I can't unknow don't want to unknow don't do do want dare wonder do, do, do wonder don't do do think do think do think daren't do do want do want, don't want to not do daren't do do think, do think do want but don't do.
Sunday
Words don't always suffice, but
Let's talk about love
Not that shit that gets sold as cheap cheap cards
and diamond bracelets
I mean, let's talk about love
Let's talk about the things that noone has time for anymore
a handwritten letter
a walk in the park
a rootbeer float, two straws
About the things they've been replaced with
chocolate and flowers on the "right days"
second-hand poetry
a big house
About how little we know, how
little we've seen, how
much we want
About how your smiles are especially charming at twilight
About how I forget myself around you
How I promise not to give you a house
or flowers or chocolate on the "right days",
but a home, no matter the where? or how large?
and daisies on Thursdays, just because
And how I will always, always write my own poetry
Let's talk
About you
About me
About us
Yes, let's talk about us
Not that shit that gets sold as cheap cheap cards
and diamond bracelets
I mean, let's talk about love
Let's talk about the things that noone has time for anymore
a handwritten letter
a walk in the park
a rootbeer float, two straws
About the things they've been replaced with
chocolate and flowers on the "right days"
second-hand poetry
a big house
About how little we know, how
little we've seen, how
much we want
About how your smiles are especially charming at twilight
About how I forget myself around you
How I promise not to give you a house
or flowers or chocolate on the "right days",
but a home, no matter the where? or how large?
and daisies on Thursdays, just because
And how I will always, always write my own poetry
Let's talk
About you
About me
About us
Yes, let's talk about us
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