if only you knew
the millions of ways
your smile
single-handedly
begs me not to cry
you are
impossibly ethereal
art that can't be touched
that can't be real
because
if it is . . .
well,
it would mean
that smile
has to
take responsibility
for every exploding star
every particle that
frantically
rearranges itself
to keep dying planets
from falling out of orbit
when
they are dancing
gracefully on
the narrow thread
that is either
extinction or
life itself
if only you knew
how your eyes
demand of the world
to gain color
and lose it's darkness
simultaneously
again and again
they plead
for me to stay
they look at me
green and kind and
loving
they tell me
"existing is worth it."
what's insane
is you have no idea
that you do this
to me
that you
paint the moons
that orbit my brain
that you
bring life
to this seemingly grey
universe
in my head
made of static
you are
such a precious thing
this poem
can't capture
the millions of ways
your smile
single-handedly
begs me not to cry
max
Dec 28, 2021
Dec 28, 2021 at 3:08 AM UTC
if only you knew
the millions of ways
your smile
single-handedly
begs me not to cry
you are
impossibly ethereal
art that can't be touched
that can't be real
because
if it is . . .
well,
it would mean
that smile
has to
take responsibility
for every exploding star
every particle that
frantically
rearranges itself
to keep dying planets
from falling out of orbit
when
they are dancing
gracefully on
the narrow thread
that is either
extinction or
life itself
if only you knew
how your eyes
demand of the world
to gain color
and lose it's darkness
simultaneously
again and again
they plead
for me to stay
they look at me
green and kind and
loving
they tell me
"existing is worth it."
what's insane
is you have no idea
that you do this
to me
that you
paint the moons
that orbit my brain
that you
bring life
to this seemingly grey
universe
in my head
made of static
you are
such a precious thing
this poem
can't capture
the millions of ways
your smile
single-handedly
begs me not to cry
max
12/27/21
