*I say, "I love you,"
you say, "te amo."
I wrote a poem
but it seemed hollow.*
I'm starting to see that we are not
so imperfect, but rather, only
different.
I'm still waiting to age, still learning
to gauge with the dynamics we create - you
speaking a language so foreign, it seems
that you speak sweet
to me
but I fail to believe
you say what you mean.
It's as though the weight of the phrase
"I love you"
hangs heavy with the ones
who came before you;
it reminds me of airport goodbyes, of late-night
confessions on Facebook - sleepy and
painfully honest,
it reminds me of another story,
"I love you" has significance, a ponderance, an expectation,
a manner in which I can predict
the things you think behind those unsmilingly
eyes, but "te amo"
"te amo" is Rihanna, it's an utterance on a evening
beach, it's a reflexive simple present
tense, conjugated with practice, and now
it's my haven,
my integration, you have become
engrained in my conversations.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
*I say, "I love you,"
you say, "te amo."
I wrote a poem
but it seemed hollow.*
I'm starting to see that we are not
so imperfect, but rather, only
different.
I'm still waiting to age, still learning
to gauge with the dynamics we create - you
speaking a language so foreign, it seems
that you speak sweet
to me
but I fail to believe
you say what you mean.
It's as though the weight of the phrase
"I love you"
hangs heavy with the ones
who came before you;
it reminds me of airport goodbyes, of late-night
confessions on Facebook - sleepy and
painfully honest,
it reminds me of another story,
"I love you" has significance, a ponderance, an expectation,
a manner in which I can predict
the things you think behind those unsmilingly
eyes, but "te amo"
"te amo" is Rihanna, it's an utterance on a evening
beach, it's a reflexive simple present
tense, conjugated with practice, and now
it's my haven,
my integration, you have become
engrained in my conversations.
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