i asked you to love me in pieces, not all at once.
i’m not really significant to you unless we’re alone, so i asked you to do something—for me, really for us—but truly for me.

i asked for mindless intimacy. the intimacy where you grab my hand almost instinctually during a conversation im not part of. when you play with my hair during a game that requires only one hand and nearly your entire focus. when we’re laughing with friends and your eyes focus on mine for longer than normal. to be noticed, to be acknowledged without much thought yet full intentionality. as if loving me doesn’t require much more than a pinky promise.
i asked for this so that i could be reminded that you think of me even when it’s not just us. a reminder that you have peripheral vision for those you love.

that change hardly came. loving me and all my pinky promises took more out of you than you could even bother to describe. i make you sound like a villain so that i can hope to understand my feelings better. i was too anxious and i asked for too much. this isn’t pity, this is me trying to validate all the reasons why we didn’t work.

loving me in halves and wholes was too much to ask for even though love isn’t an outfit you put on when you feel like it. love isn’t water you die without. love is to care for and cherish, it gives and it takes.

how much more begging was required to receive love that came in quarters, halves, and wholes and not wholes and nothings?

A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Sky


Love is in a kiss.
Love is a thing that I miss.
In love with me is all I want you to be,
But that is just a dream.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I want you to know,
Oh, I wish you knew,

That I still miss that smile,
I still miss you.

I still miss your touch,
I really miss your kiss.

I miss your hands holding mine,
And that feeling of bliss.

I miss your laugh,
I miss your look,

I miss the drawings you did
In that old beat-up sketchbook.

I miss the Tuesdays,
I miss the Sundays,

I miss the good morning texts,
Except for on Mondays.

I miss the alley,
And the field below.

I even miss your annoying brother,
And your black lab, Shadow.

I miss you and,
I wish you were still here.

But what I miss the most is
When you still held me near.

i miss
how you would tell a joke
and look at me as if
i'm the one who gets to decide
if its funny or not

i miss
how you would secretly
hold my hand in public
and act like nothing's going on

i miss
how you would do silly things
just because i'm not in a good mood
and you want to see me smile

i miss
how you would sing to me
and look at me straight in the eye
and make me feel like i'm the only person
inside the room

i miss
the times when,
we'll both stay up all night
and just talk to each other

i miss
everything we do together
and most importantly,
i miss you.