you know you love someone...
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you know you love someone when you can't find the words to describe it.
I tried. I really did.
Still am.
I try as I dance over the keys of my lettered piano,
the glaring white light heating
the backs of my hands
that are still cold despite it
(so cold that I can barely
move my fingers from my face--
I wonder why).
I know what I feel as my palms heat me up
because really, why would I blush?
This isn’t love at first sight.
This is love at first
word.
First
laugh.
There are no butterflies encased in the
gilded cage of my chest,
no sparrows dying to be free.
Just comfort,
like knowing that you’re home,
that you’re safe,
and that you’re loved.
Like knowing that you’re understood, and
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know how you could
know someone
when you can’t even
see them
--you can’t fucking see them--
But I can see you.
I close my eyes and I s e e you.
But when his words are sunlight resting on my eyelids…
…I still don’t know.
There should be a book:
"How to distrust someone who makes you smile like an idiot."
I’d buy it.
Hell, I’d run the advertising.
I cry with frustration as I try to express it;
It’s like I’m burning--
burning bridges before I cross,
buildings before I enter--
burning all my exits before I even see them.
Burning myself alive in a place of no return…
I’m burning up, and I don’t know why.
I’d be so happy to die right now, and I don’t know why.
I’m wishing you were here right now, and I don’t--
How many times am I going to say “Never again” until I realize
that the words are a lie?
Comments
pur plec loud Says:
...there's just so much emotion in this. I can feel your frustration
Hitaru Higakura Says:
...my hands used to be cold too. Not so much anymore. I don't know why, though.
Admein Says:
Just give it time...that's all I can tell you.
Satchan Says:
That is so incredibly gorgeous....I don't even have the words for it, except to say that I identify with it a lot.... ^-^
MithClearwell Says:
Spoken only like someone with first-hand experience. I'm picky about poems, so reading this and liking it as much as I did, it's rare. When I read the words and figured out the subject matter, it was like going through my own memories all over again. So bittersweet. That's what makes it beautiful, I guess.