Jun 2019
Leah’s
By Hatte
Siss, when I grow up, I wanna love myself like you. I gotta tell you, man, I have been trying to. I want to build an empire of self-love, fortified with a knight to protect his moon dust, and the dopest ******* balance of work and play. Wish I could give you and myself the time of day.
I hope you've faced the fact that you are my favorite poet. I've illegally download your vocal chords to my iPod, but love is not possession, it's appreciation. I still sing along to my favorite songs during my Pontiac performances.
You are the best friend. I will sit silently in the back seat of your car while you and someone I've never met discuss the universe, and I will be content. I know we will always be soul-mates bound by poetry, so I'm not too worried about running out of time.
You know how hollow I have been made by the huffing and puffing of wolves in sheep's clothing, and you helped me rebuild with masonry. Brick by brick it stings my chest. To re-live, and set to rest. To uncover and decide what's best.
5 days together was excess to spark this lifetime friendship, we were drawn together with more power than youths’ voices. It happened so fast I forgot to breathe. I don't remember the first thing I said to you, or the first thing we talked about, or the first time I was on your bed crying, or the first time you saw me half-naked and over-heated in our dorm room. It all seems a blur, there was no awkward small talk, we were as smooth and natural as a drag off a good ****.
The world has never and will never see anything quite like us.
Our poetry, is of god's when we are together. So in other words, if Kai Davis and Kait Rokowski and Jasmine Mans had a baby it would be our poetry. We challenge each other to outdo the other with each line written, and not in a competitive way. But that competitive stage we were on the same page. We knew how to ******* do work!
You and I can make art until the end of time: the beginning of the end, is the most exciting thing yet. I couldn't embrace living together as soul sisters should, write together how poetry soulmates always would. I was on a runaway mission to drown out responsibility. Drowning in boys, drugs and my own self-loathing over stress. I forgot that I was luckiest girl in the ******* world to have you by my side. I think about it all the time. How much time I’ve wasted cause I want to get wasted cause I felt like I was a waste.
I love you for everything you've been through that made you this resilient and compassionate of a woman, every tear and every fantasy that made you this prodigy poet, every shattered heart-string that finally made your heart sing for you and bleed for others. Bleeding heart is a title you wear proudly, because you are infinite in love. You are worth more than fighting for, you are worth dying for.
I can't imagine how I could survive the wild terrain of my own mind without you. I can't imagine life without you, and I can't ******* fathom how you survive the wild terrain of your own mind and your own balancing act, please everybody first, kind of life. I am blessed to be a part of your support system. Maybe I never dig hard enough or have the time to find where you'd ever need help. You sail so smoothly, I hope I can breathe into your sails with my song.
Four years and five months together, or a lifetime, or we are all each other and after this life I'm gonna be you or you are gonna be me and maybe one of us is on the way out of this singular existence to divinity, kind of together. We speak in metaphor and poetry, but simply.
You’re now the undefeated title champion of this life, almost completely free of age restrictions. Happy Survival Anniversary, the future of humanity, my Leahbug.
By Hatte
Siss, when I grow up, I wanna love myself like you. I gotta tell you, man, I have been trying to. I want to build an empire of self-love, fortified with a knight to protect his moon dust, and the dopest ******* balance of work and play. Wish I could give you and myself the time of day.
I hope you've faced the fact that you are my favorite poet. I've illegally download your vocal chords to my iPod, but love is not possession, it's appreciation. I still sing along to my favorite songs during my Pontiac performances.
You are the best friend. I will sit silently in the back seat of your car while you and someone I've never met discuss the universe, and I will be content. I know we will always be soul-mates bound by poetry, so I'm not too worried about running out of time.
You know how hollow I have been made by the huffing and puffing of wolves in sheep's clothing, and you helped me rebuild with masonry. Brick by brick it stings my chest. To re-live, and set to rest. To uncover and decide what's best.
5 days together was excess to spark this lifetime friendship, we were drawn together with more power than youths’ voices. It happened so fast I forgot to breathe. I don't remember the first thing I said to you, or the first thing we talked about, or the first time I was on your bed crying, or the first time you saw me half-naked and over-heated in our dorm room. It all seems a blur, there was no awkward small talk, we were as smooth and natural as a drag off a good ****.
The world has never and will never see anything quite like us.
Our poetry, is of god's when we are together. So in other words, if Kai Davis and Kait Rokowski and Jasmine Mans had a baby it would be our poetry. We challenge each other to outdo the other with each line written, and not in a competitive way. But that competitive stage we were on the same page. We knew how to ******* do work!
You and I can make art until the end of time: the beginning of the end, is the most exciting thing yet. I couldn't embrace living together as soul sisters should, write together how poetry soulmates always would. I was on a runaway mission to drown out responsibility. Drowning in boys, drugs and my own self-loathing over stress. I forgot that I was luckiest girl in the ******* world to have you by my side. I think about it all the time. How much time I’ve wasted cause I want to get wasted cause I felt like I was a waste.
I love you for everything you've been through that made you this resilient and compassionate of a woman, every tear and every fantasy that made you this prodigy poet, every shattered heart-string that finally made your heart sing for you and bleed for others. Bleeding heart is a title you wear proudly, because you are infinite in love. You are worth more than fighting for, you are worth dying for.
I can't imagine how I could survive the wild terrain of my own mind without you. I can't imagine life without you, and I can't ******* fathom how you survive the wild terrain of your own mind and your own balancing act, please everybody first, kind of life. I am blessed to be a part of your support system. Maybe I never dig hard enough or have the time to find where you'd ever need help. You sail so smoothly, I hope I can breathe into your sails with my song.
Four years and five months together, or a lifetime, or we are all each other and after this life I'm gonna be you or you are gonna be me and maybe one of us is on the way out of this singular existence to divinity, kind of together. We speak in metaphor and poetry, but simply.
You’re now the undefeated title champion of this life, almost completely free of age restrictions. Happy Survival Anniversary, the future of humanity, my Leahbug.
