when different in city,
far in distance, we keep afloat
with a tenderness that anchors us
unwavering, in sight of shore
we move with the current,
rising and falling,
finding our bedrock
on the ocean's floor
i can't wait to see you again
unlike the moon overshadowed by sun
i will not diminish myself
just to see you shine
unlike a scarf reached for on a stormy day
i will not wind myself around your neck
to keep you warm
unlike dust escaping old pages disturbed
i will not rise, nor fall, nor settle
nor make anyone happy
A draft saved from Nov' 17 - seems a world away now
if your body is a temple then i am my safe house
but even the safest places can be seduced by a flame
and every time you touch me, you set my world ablaze
I found this on my notes from June 29th - I'd obviously woken up and written it while I was semi-asleep because I have no recollection of it and the timestamp on the note is 03:42. Thought it could live here for a while.
our lips met because our minds couldn't
and when they parted, you felt further away than ever
we ruined everything, didn't we?
it used to be a landscape
where our souls would intertwine
but you left me, four whole months ago
and now both sides are mine
i found this on my notes. i started it a while ago, back in May, but had forgotten to finish it. but now it feels complete
i miss you is harder to say than i love you.
i love you is difficult, it's true.
but i miss you suggests something more;
"you were here, now you're not, i'm hurting from a lack of you."
and that somehow feels more vulnerable than love
whose fleeting, temporary words
i have said to those
i now most abhor.
love's promises and delights
are crushed into dust
while i miss you means
"i want more."
not really a poem, more a thought.
if, while on the other side of the world,
you buy me a book
and post it to me
along with the words
'i read this and i thought of you
and i knew you had to read it too'
then what else is left for me to do