i found out
my hands speak better than my lips do
and here i am writing to you
i close my eyes
in this darkness
all i can see
is you
the summer day
when we first met
the end of the road
a figment of my imagination
with stars in your eyes
and love in your heart
i fell for you
then and there
and you smiled
because somehow
you knew
the freckles on your cheeks
when joined
which way do they lead to?
would you like to take that path?
with me beside you?
your eyes
brighter than the brightest of stars
shinier than the shiniest of diamonds
deeper than the deepest of oceans
warmer than warmth itself
i can't find my way out
(do i want to?)
i get so lost in them
i don't mind
since it's you
this is an ode, my love, from me to you
i used to carry
an ocean of saltwater
who likes the harshness of it?
so they all left
in search of sweet
but you, you stayed
our foreheads joined
you held me tight
in your embrace
i was you
and you were me
and everything else
ceased to be
in that moment, we were one
no one could even tell us apart
the dams broke
and you were there
to hold me
you smiled
as if you understood
(maybe you did?)
"i have been through it too,"
"if not me, then who?"
i open my eyes
and everything shatters
reality comes crashing down
and i break
you were a dream
(you still are)
someone too good to be true
now that you are gone
all i can do
is ask this silence
"my love,
where are you?"
YOU ARE READING
whoever loves the sun
Poetry"whoever loves the sun" is a short poetry collection written over time. most of the pieces here address issues that were inspired by true life events. e. e. cummings says, "the poems to come are for you and for me and not for most people." in the en...
