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.