he will never love you
the way i can
the way we talk
we know each other better in under a month
than you two
in seventeen
our souls are intertwined tighter
than he can ever hope to hold you
his love is shallow
i am the Marianas
if he is the sea
i am the Pacific in all its entirety
in his banks you can barely dip your feet
you can sink ships in mine
he can kiss your lips
but **** it
so can i
he can hold your hand
but can he hold a conversation
he loves you under a veil
i’d love you on a stage
he loves you with his skin
i love you with everything i have
he loves the way you look and feel
i love the way you think
you speak
you laugh
you love
and everything in between
he will never love you
the way i do
does he know about your mother
why the ink is on your skin
does he really know
what you keep within
does he love you past the tips of his fingers
or the palms of his hands
does his love extend past the reach of his arms
does he love you when he can’t hold you
he loves you like brushing his teeth
or getting a bagel at the bakery across the street
he loves you like his thursday evening tv schedule
or how he waves to his neighbours on their porch
he loves you like the way he dots his “i”s
and how he never forgets to cuff his jeans
he loves you
like a routine
he loves you like the scent of his sheets
or the way the couch sinks in the only spot he likes to sit
he loves you like the way your name rolls off his tongue
he loves you
only because he’s used to it
he loves you like his favourite watch
or tie
he loves you like the mug he puts coffee in
or the pen he likes to write with
he doesn't love you
he prefers you
i will never love you
the way he does
despite being separated
by skyscrapers and apartment buildings
miles of asphalt
brick walls and chain link fences
sheets and clothes
in between us
we felt so close
by knowing its the same sky
we were both looking at that night
and nothing can stand in the way of that
i know by the look in your eyes
the way you ever so softly speak
the way your letters form into words
into sentences
into paragraphs
into poetry
that you will never love him
the way you love me
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
he will never love you
the way i can
the way we talk
we know each other better in under a month
than you two
in seventeen
our souls are intertwined tighter
than he can ever hope to hold you
his love is shallow
i am the Marianas
if he is the sea
i am the Pacific in all its entirety
in his banks you can barely dip your feet
you can sink ships in mine
he can kiss your lips
but **** it
so can i
he can hold your hand
but can he hold a conversation
he loves you under a veil
i’d love you on a stage
he loves you with his skin
i love you with everything i have
he loves the way you look and feel
i love the way you think
you speak
you laugh
you love
and everything in between
he will never love you
the way i do
does he know about your mother
why the ink is on your skin
does he really know
what you keep within
does he love you past the tips of his fingers
or the palms of his hands
does his love extend past the reach of his arms
does he love you when he can’t hold you
he loves you like brushing his teeth
or getting a bagel at the bakery across the street
he loves you like his thursday evening tv schedule
or how he waves to his neighbours on their porch
he loves you like the way he dots his “i”s
and how he never forgets to cuff his jeans
he loves you
like a routine
he loves you like the scent of his sheets
or the way the couch sinks in the only spot he likes to sit
he loves you like the way your name rolls off his tongue
he loves you
only because he’s used to it
he loves you like his favourite watch
or tie
he loves you like the mug he puts coffee in
or the pen he likes to write with
he doesn't love you
he prefers you
i will never love you
the way he does
despite being separated
by skyscrapers and apartment buildings
miles of asphalt
brick walls and chain link fences
sheets and clothes
in between us
we felt so close
by knowing its the same sky
we were both looking at that night
and nothing can stand in the way of that
i know by the look in your eyes
the way you ever so softly speak
the way your letters form into words
into sentences
into paragraphs
into poetry
that you will never love him
the way you love me
He's a total **** to you. I hope you find that out sooner rather than later.
