Don’t tell me this is a love poem
It’s a you poem
A you and me poem
my entire life intertwined in the keys I press
Fingers bent backwards over the words
under the pressure to do something right
pull back
crack fingers
shake them out
type
right clicking the right impressions
face mimicking the emoticons
I type
stop
read through
send
only allowing myself minute reactions
laughing. crying, smiling, sighing
all well replying that I love you
when you say it back chills run through my skin stopping at my waist where It feels like you would hold me,
I wanna ask you to hold me
your arms don’t stretch the distance
I know this but
Now all I’m wanting to ask is did you see that shooting star tonight?
were you dazzled by the same constellations?
Did you and Jupiter conspire to get me?
I think you and the moon and Neptune got it right..
and at night just as the sun starts to set I yell at the clouds asking why everything good seems to happen to me
but you’re so far away?
I wonder if you do it too but
don’t tell me this is a love poem when I can’t feel your heart beating?
but I know there is a map of your life etched into your skin
I have one too
I know there is a dimple in your smile
though I’ve never seen you smile
I hope I make you smile
you make me smile
I never used to smile
I just said smile six times
you see what you’ve done to me
I’ve almost worn the paint off the keys spelling love
by talking to you but the pattern’s still the same
I love you
I love you
I love you
I remember the stutter you typed one day
i-I love you
like you couldn’t say it
a forbidden emotion
still as real as anything else
the almost imperceptible catch in your voice the day you said it on the phone
but I heard it
I—love you
almost as if you were afraid I wouldn’t say it back
or I wouldn’t mean it when I said it back
I LOVE YOU TOO
but this is not a love poem,
it’s just you