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More than Poetry

I'm not the kind of girl

who writes love poems

and I'm far from romantic

my two moods fall between

depressed and manic

I'm not charismatic

I'm far too sarcastic

and just from one ****

I can snap like elastic.

 

But no one has ever

been strong enough to

pull apart the barriers

that cover my heart

quite like you do,

and I know you

hate your smile

but my god

I have never seen

a face light up so much

with just the movement

of a muscle.

Tousled hair

of black and blonde

I am so fond of the way

you say my name

like it isn't something to

be ashamed of.

Like somehow,

I'm more than the sum

of my parts.

Like somehow,

I'm not just a canvas

but art.

 

I'm not the kind of girl

who writes love poems

but there's something about

your eyes of blue

and the way you flew

into my life

like a falling star,

slowly

then crashing

all at once

finding its way into the

dark crevice of my heart

that was nearly torn apart

but you picked up the pieces

and bandaged me together again.

 

And this might sound zany

but even just one night alone

makes me miss you like crazy

because when I'm with you

my mind goes all hazy

and I'm convinced

in that moment

that everything will be okay

because you are not just

a boy to me

you lessen my depression

you calm my anxiety

I'd throw away my variety

of pills just to be in your

arms forever

Elavil, Cipralex, Zoloft

are just names

and they hold nothing to you

because you are my

perfect dose of serotonin.

 

You said,

"I like you more than poetry"

but my words are broken vocal chords

that never should be spoken

yet when I'm with you,

the poet is awoken.

Ballads and rhymes

will fill my mind

but no matter how hard I try,

nothing I write

is worthy of you.

The most beautiful

man I know,

the most beautiful

man I ever knew.

 

And I say,

cut off the strings,

you marionette.

Free yourself from the

binding chains

that control your every move,

fly. Sing me a song,

you gorgeous violin.

Tear away the

thoughts from your mind

that are constantly

telling you that

you are not good enough

because my darling,

you will always be

good enough for me.

 

You said,

"I like you more than poetry"

and I'm not the kind of girl

who writes love poems

but I will say that poetry

is nothing without the poet.

And my god,

I ******* love the poet.

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Aug 11, 2014
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