POETIC RELEASE

 

 sometimes, you think that you have a master of language enough to fully express the way you feel. yet when it comes to it, there doesn't seem to be enough words in this world to say what you feel. i am having one of those moments. but, being a poet, my coping mechanism is to create images or speak in metaphorical terms hoping that the understated exaggeration will do my feelings some justice. here is one of those pieces.

 I want so

badly to write you a love poem,

One that truly tells of how my heart feels.

But somehow writing a love poem feels like cliché

Because simply saying I love you

Does not in any way measure to what I really feel.

You see,

When I am with you, waking up in the morning

Always feels like yesterday was our first date;

I still get those butterflies

Fluttering so stubbornly inside of my stomach;

I still feel foolish because of the sheepish smile that plasters itself on my face every time that I think of you;

With no explanation

And no invitation.

My lips still quiver whenever I try to say something smart

And my mind reels with endless ways to constantly make sure that I give you the best,

My best.

You see,

If I simply wrote you a love poem,

It would not capture the fact that

With you,

I find no point

 in sleeping or dreaming

You have become my dream

My never ending tomorrow,

My forever.

I do not want to write you just another love poem

Because I am afraid to sound too silly

When I highlight the fact that sometimes,

I find myself scribbling your last name next to mine;

As I picture what the little humans that we will create

Together will look like.

I hope they have the beauty of my eyes

But God, I pray, they have the wisdom of your mind

And the purity of your heart.

I know

That you have not yet popped the question

But being with you

Makes me feel like this is already the rest of our lives

Awaiting an ordination that only God can truly give.

Honey,

I don’t just love you,

I adore you;

I am magically sucked into every definition

Of you.

I am not obsessed or possessed

Simply engulfed into the beauty that is you;

Like a collage of memories

That we created together

Plastered onto the very canvas of my soul

You and I

have become

one.

Honey,

I don’t just love you,

I adore you;

I am magically sucked into every definition

Of you.

I am not obsessed or possessed

Simply engulfed into the beauty that is you;

Like a collage of memories

That we created together

Plastered onto the very canvas of my soul

You and I

have become

one.

My love,

time travel is created

Every time that your lips do that beautiful dance with my lips

Spiraling me to a time when I was a little girl

Whose crush just could not go away;

Under the magical spell of the sound of words as they come out of your mouth;

every day, ordinary words

 yet seemingly so magical when you say them.

You see

If I simply wrote you another love poem

I could end up forgetting the fact that when I am with you

It never really matters whether you smile at another girl

Because at the end of the day I know

That it is me who makes you happy.

No jealousy,

No insecurity,

No pointless need for you to constantly prove yourself.

It’s crazy how I thank God for all the scars in my past;

For every single person who broke my heart,

Because you were right there beautifully positioned to help me pick up the pieces.

You see, you took broken

And made it beautiful.

Curved me into the woman I was really meant to be.

you are my inspiration,

My motivation,

My very own imperfect perfection.

I wish I could say I love you

But saying that

Would be a gross under statement.

So I will simply shut up and smile

And promise that my heart is yours,

Just as yours is mine.

So let us leave those organs to converse

In a tongue forever incomprehensible to the mind.