MORE THAN THAT
Your name on my lips,
your breath on my skin—
don't be afraid of what's in the deep
because I love you more than our sins.
I love you more than our struggles in our young,
more than those girls and what they have sung,
more than the much, enough, and the none,
more than the miles we have yet to run,
more than anything under the sun—
more than the past, the present,
and what we will become.
Breathe. Never again think lowly of what I feel
because I love you more than my next meal,
more than the fantasy and what's real,
more than a prayer and a devil's deal,
more than my books and my quill—
more than the secret bitterness
or wounds we have yet to heal.
My love goes beyond the weekends we spend
and the weekday solitude and loneliness—
I will say it until my tongue is sore
that whatever you do, whatever you thought,
I have and I will love you more.
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PETALS & THORNS
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry that summarizes the writer's month.
