let's say,
i am you.if i were to think of me,
with your mind doing the thinking,
i'd think like this:i didn't know anything of poetry,
but she was so in love with ink and paper,
that i learned how to rhyme.i didn't know anything about structure,
but she was so excited to share poetry at night,
that i learned parallelism.i never loved the color purple,
just had a knack for it,
but she decorated her entire room in purple,
that i learned the difference between lilac and lavender.i never liked the idea of making love,
just tried it out every so often,
but she looked so beautiful as she asked for kisses,
that i learned the difference between fucking and loving.she hated the patriarchy,
so i educated myself and became a feminist.she loved the environment,
so i started picking up every paper on the street.never did i consider myself emotional,
but when she cried and hiccuped for a hug,
i felt my hands tremble with her sadness.never did i consider myself active,
but when she asked and begged to go out,
i found myself spending less time inside.i told her to guess my favorite type of writing,
she guessed fairytale,
but she didn't realize she made me love poetry.i told her to guess my favorite color,
she guessed black,
but she didn't realize she made me love all shades of purple.i didn't believe in witches,
but every one of her predictions and dreams,
ridiculed my own science.i didn't believe in love,
but every one of her poems dedicated to me,
brought feelings i didn't know existed to life.i didn't know happiness,
but her smile was so bright,
i found myself thinking,
joy was right in front of me.
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Feelings On Paper
Poetrypoems and feelings of a new chapter in the story we call life; welcome to a journey of emotions going into adulthood 2020-June2023