my thoughts are always best expressed in verses,
and you are the lines
that make them up.
your name is never scribbled across the page,
but you are there in the kerning,
the sensible spaces in between.
you are the punctuation marks,
the pauses and the stops,
the stresses in my ideas.
don’t you ever get frustrated
that i have exploited your memories
into fragments of ellipsied affection?
i am guilty of making you my poetry,
of enveloping you in metaphors
and keeping you close to my heart.
out of the trickles of us,
i have spawned an infinite stream
of feels pooling into poems.
i have always wondered
if you have ever read me
and guessed that i was about you.
tell me if you have,
because if you haven’t guessed yet,
i’ll phrase my poems in equations instead.
for j.e.
081214
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
my thoughts are always best expressed in verses,
and you are the lines
that make them up.
your name is never scribbled across the page,
but you are there in the kerning,
the sensible spaces in between.
you are the punctuation marks,
the pauses and the stops,
the stresses in my ideas.
don’t you ever get frustrated
that i have exploited your memories
into fragments of ellipsied affection?
i am guilty of making you my poetry,
of enveloping you in metaphors
and keeping you close to my heart.
out of the trickles of us,
i have spawned an infinite stream
of feels pooling into poems.
i have always wondered
if you have ever read me
and guessed that i was about you.
tell me if you have,
because if you haven’t guessed yet,
i’ll phrase my poems in equations instead.
for j.e.
081214
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