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i fell in love with a boy who is not poetry. he is not ink and paper but rather bones and blood, curves and edges smooth beneath my fingertips. he is not definitive words but rather light laughter and soft kisses, heaven in a few seconds. he is not full of hidden meanings but rather giving his entirety to a girl who needs to use it as a blanket. he is not poetry. he cannot fit inside these lines, be found within finite words. he cannot hide between periods, squeeze into stanzas. i cannot make him poetry. he is perfection and poetry is too broken for a love like his.
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
he is not poetry.
i fell in love with a boy who is not poetry. he is not ink and paper but rather bones and blood, curves and edges smooth beneath my fingertips. he is not definitive words but rather light laughter and soft kisses, heaven in a few seconds. he is not full of hidden meanings but rather giving his entirety to a girl who needs to use it as a blanket. he is not poetry. he cannot fit inside these lines, be found within finite words. he cannot hide between periods, squeeze into stanzas. i cannot make him poetry. he is perfection and poetry is too broken for a love like his.
i've written very few legitimate poems about him and wonder why... he's too much to fit into words, a poem isn't enough
#poetry#boy#love#perfection
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22/F/hidden within my words
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
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