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---- Dec 2014
you want to run away,
you want to feel free,
feel wanted,
feel a sense of belonging.
you want to go somewhere that people won't judge you for the aching words you cry out at 3 am,
or forget about you simply because you find bliss in life's simplistic beauty.
you want to travel the world
and meet people who do too,
meet people who's smiles don't outmatch yours but instead make it brighter.
you want to feel like the most careless and careful person out there,
you want to feel like you matter,
feel like it doesn't matter if you don't.
you want someone,
anyone,
to decode some of the nonsense your messy brain paints pictures of
and maybe someone to splatter some of their own onto your canvas too.
you want to argue with someone in an aggresively calm way,
and you want to find someone to make you hurt so painlessly that it's beautiful.
you want to find and utilize every gift you were born with
and to take up useless hobbies that will make you feel alive.
but most of all,
you want to find someone,
something,
somewhere,
to help you rediscover what it feels like to not just exist
but to actually live.
Kurt LaVacque Nov 2014
Jenny, when I'm with
The twists and turns feel almost as if
Rainbows and butterflies can kiss
Take whatever love they can
And turn it into a plan
Jenny when you're away
The sky's are little grayer
My laughs are a little softer
And my love for you is a little stronger
For you make it easy to be a lover
Kurt LaVacque Nov 2014
Until the moon tips over
Spilling sober off the cliffs her mind
Bringing back what was thought of as the dilation of time
Subtle her face doesn't change
But traces the faint image of quite the opposite of pain
She seems to fly more than usual
Even the clouds can't hold her from being the fluttering bird she was born to be
From the tips of her toes to the tops of the trees
Jenny is love
She is my everything
Kurt LaVacque Oct 2014
I write letters to the ones that matter
To the ones that care
Even passing on a flight of stairs
I look
She looks
Our lives could be words in a story book
I read her face
She reads mine
A poet wouldn’t believe how much we rhyme
I hold her
She holds me
I wonder if this is all dream
Each page of mine intwined in hers
As we fall asleep until our yet to be written verse
Kurt LaVacque Oct 2014
My love
I have but only
2 hands to feel the softness of your skin
2 eyes to see your smile as we grin
1 nose to smell the coconut in your hair
1 mouth to smile back when we stare
2 feet to walk to ends of earth with you
1 heart that can't break, because it doesn't want too
My love
I have so many parts to love you with
For soon we will blast off and begin our forever trip
Kurt LaVacque Oct 2014
With words to describe my jenny
There's not many
Not enough to explain the feeling she makes
As we wake
Just ourselves into this new dreamality we have created for us
And others we soon will love and trust
In my letters to jenny
I write with what I can
With the words that are closest
Because forever isn't enough
When you're the one I love
Kurt LaVacque Oct 2014
Good morning love
May the sleep that we share
Fill a field of a thousand flowers
Sunflower sunsets painted as we take and digest
The beauty that is within everything
Even the destuctive and disheveled
Because darling
Broken hearts cannot halt us from achieving our dreams
I mean
I love just you and me
Kurt LaVacque Oct 2014
For you my love
I will break bones just to see
Climb Stones just to be
To listen to your voice is like a wave on the seas
Undulating with emotion
Translating with the ocean
You flow with me as I do with you
Now that I have you
Dreams are a thing that can be true
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