i wrote you a letter,
spritzed it with pheromones,
dotted it in tears
every grim notion was far too pretty —
dressed in ballpoint ink
dancing a legato cursive
tracing everything i didn’t say;
my tongue was tangled up,
and your hearing was selective
but pain was bubbling out my pores,
and starting to burn
the only remedy was writing it out:
dear you,
i want to mold me into the
pedestal i put you on,
but you have to scooch a little
i want to go on a scavenger hunt
in your brain, but you didn’t
think to draft out clues
i want to use your heartbeat for 808s
and play them on repeat,
but you’d probably say that’s ludicrous
i want to find our favorite
frequency, i think it’s
somewhere close to middle c,
but you didn’t meet me there
never really cared to care,
and that’s fine, that’s fair
your debt to me is absent
same as mine to you
yet i’m still paying in time wasted
analyzing your words in my head
that don’t have double meanings
like i devised
you’re as literal as stem majors
uneager to decode the metaphors
i made for you
so i’ll stop writing them
at least
i’ll try
love,
me
(please)
folded up my fears of feeling
something more than my pulse
the impulse wasn’t strong enough
couldn’t muster the courage
to address it in your name
still i hoped you’d somehow see
so i let the wind take the reins
with fate in the passenger seat
clutching my precious card-stock cargo
will it find it’s way to you,
or dissolve amongst the mist?
i guess that i can only guess
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC
i wrote you a letter,
spritzed it with pheromones,
dotted it in tears
every grim notion was far too pretty —
dressed in ballpoint ink
dancing a legato cursive
tracing everything i didn’t say;
my tongue was tangled up,
and your hearing was selective
but pain was bubbling out my pores,
and starting to burn
the only remedy was writing it out:
dear you,
i want to mold me into the
pedestal i put you on,
but you have to scooch a little
i want to go on a scavenger hunt
in your brain, but you didn’t
think to draft out clues
i want to use your heartbeat for 808s
and play them on repeat,
but you’d probably say that’s ludicrous
i want to find our favorite
frequency, i think it’s
somewhere close to middle c,
but you didn’t meet me there
never really cared to care,
and that’s fine, that’s fair
your debt to me is absent
same as mine to you
yet i’m still paying in time wasted
analyzing your words in my head
that don’t have double meanings
like i devised
you’re as literal as stem majors
uneager to decode the metaphors
i made for you
so i’ll stop writing them
at least
i’ll try
love,
me
(please)
folded up my fears of feeling
something more than my pulse
the impulse wasn’t strong enough
couldn’t muster the courage
to address it in your name
still i hoped you’d somehow see
so i let the wind take the reins
with fate in the passenger seat
clutching my precious card-stock cargo
will it find it’s way to you,
or dissolve amongst the mist?
i guess that i can only guess
a little ditty about trying to get over unrequited love which as we all know, *****
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