i will like you in the way i know —
by writing letters, stories, and poems about you
until i ran out of words;
by praying for your safety,
your future, and your life
each and every night;
by accepting all your truth,
all your vices and virtues.
i will like you in the way i can —
by whispering your name
on fallen eyelashes,
on the coins i dropped in the well of wishes,
in all the churches i've been,
and in all the saints i've seen.
i will like you in the way i want to —
by accepting all your perfects and deepest flaws,
all your highest highs and lowest lows,
your bitter end and new beginnings,
i will like you even if the world was ending.
— nnyl
YOU ARE READING
poems i wrote but don't have the courage to send
Poetryi believe that there's an invisible string that ties you to me, because what are the odds of seeing you in that place unexpectedly? i believe in psychological facts and theories, the ones which make me think that you also like me. the gaze, the body...
