like a tide who pulls me under—
I can't help holding onto you much tighter
you calm my little nervous heart
and with that, I devoted my whole
making you a subject of my poesies
making you a saint I'm willing to venerate
I was never a fool when it comes to love,
but you turned my metaphors into something more
and I love every bit of it
every bit of you
YOU ARE READING
hidden behind these carved letters
Poetryⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷ ᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ. ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃʳᶜʰᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵠᵘⁱˡˡ.
