I want to write a million poems to you
About you
How can I find the words
I feel so stunned every time I find your eyes looking back at me
A deer in headlights
A moth in your flame
A slow burn
Intricacies of my insecurities and desires lay plainly in my head and a dumbfounded smile unfolds across my face
I write to understand
To make sense of myself and all the things
I can't find to say to you
in the present
I push the blinds apart and stare widely with a softened smile
As you move further, trotting down the sidewalk of my apartment complex
I squeeze each moment of tightly
Before you turn the corner
I think
"happy"
because you were there with me
Then sad
with longing
But I know that one who doesn't long for someone or something is stagnate
So much longing has surfaced since we met
The lust for experience
Back again, full frontal
I imagine moving down the calm waters of the San Juan
Me on the oars, you in bow
Setting up camp on the riverside
Finding space and time
to wander through each other's minds
with a campfire to light the way
Expedition talk, you say
Much to conquer, but not you
I want to trek uphill towards your peak everyday
and never arrive
Can you blame me
when each step is sweeter than the last?
These words are my longing
and I'm so content to sit and let them unravel in our parting
Nov 1, 2022
Nov 1, 2022 at 3:57 PM UTC
I want to write a million poems to you
About you
How can I find the words
I feel so stunned every time I find your eyes looking back at me
A deer in headlights
A moth in your flame
A slow burn
Intricacies of my insecurities and desires lay plainly in my head and a dumbfounded smile unfolds across my face
I write to understand
To make sense of myself and all the things
I can't find to say to you
in the present
I push the blinds apart and stare widely with a softened smile
As you move further, trotting down the sidewalk of my apartment complex
I squeeze each moment of tightly
Before you turn the corner
I think
"happy"
because you were there with me
Then sad
with longing
But I know that one who doesn't long for someone or something is stagnate
So much longing has surfaced since we met
The lust for experience
Back again, full frontal
I imagine moving down the calm waters of the San Juan
Me on the oars, you in bow
Setting up camp on the riverside
Finding space and time
to wander through each other's minds
with a campfire to light the way
Expedition talk, you say
Much to conquer, but not you
I want to trek uphill towards your peak everyday
and never arrive
Can you blame me
when each step is sweeter than the last?
These words are my longing
and I'm so content to sit and let them unravel in our parting
