If I was a love poet,
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful even on days when everything around you is ugly.
I’d write about your eyelashes, and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.
If I was a love poet,
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every time I hear the vibration in your voice.
Or whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart...
It plays hopscotch inside of my chest. It climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars,
and I feel like a child all over again.

And I know that this is gonna sound weird,
but sometimes,
I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without
you.
I swear, I’m usually not a love poet, but if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love,
my first poem...
I swear that it would be about...
It would be about you.

I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak
And then **** my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.
I want you to come to me like an afternoon,
come to me slowly as if you were a broken sunset with a lazy sky on your shoulders.
If you let me be your sunlight,
I promise that I will penetrate your darkness until you speak in angel wings.
Pull me close to you,
tell me that you love me,
and then scratch your future into my back so I can be everything that you live for.
I promise that I will die for you daily and then resurrect in your screams.
I promise that I will love you.
I promise that I will love you as if it’s the only thing that I’ve ever done correctly.
I’ll be honest,
I’m usually not even a love poet.
In fact, every time I try to write about love, my hands cramp.
Just to show me how painful love can be.
And sometimes our pencils break just to prove to me that, every now and then, love takes a little more work than planned.
See, I heard that love is blind, so I write all my poems in Braille.
And my poems,
I never actually finish,
because true love is endless.
You see, I’ve always believed that real love is kinda like a supermodel before she’s airbrushed.
It’s pure and imperfect,
just the way that God intended.

I was born on November 11th, I hear that makes me a Scorpio.
I don’t really know what that means. I’m 5'2,I don’t know how to swim & I’m a sucker for a girl with a nice smile, soft voice & clean sneakers.
I’m still learning how to whisper,
I’m often loud in places where I should be quiet & I’m often quiet in places where I should be loud.
I was born feet first & I’ve been backwards ever since.
I’ve been told that I give really bad hugs.
People say that it feels like I’m trying to escape.
Sometimes it’s because I am & secretly I get really nervous Every time someone gets close enough to hear me breathe.
I have this odd fascination with things like sand castles & ice sculptures.
I assume it’s cause I usually find myself dedicating time to things That will only last a few moments,
I tend to fall in love with women Who have no potential.
See relationships, they often remind me that I’m not afraid of heights or falling But I’m scared of what’s going to happen the moment that my body hits the ground.
I’m also clumsy.
Yesterday, I tripped over my self-esteem, I landed on my pride & it shattered like an iPhone with a broken face..
Now I can’t even tell who’s trying to give me a compliment.
I’ve never been in the military, but I have this Purple Heart.
I got it from beating myself up over things I can’t fix.
I have solar-powered confidence
&
A battery operated smile.