i love desperately
i love too fast
and too passionately
i end up focusing on a single being
and when they disappoint me
because they weren't the same great thing
that ruled and reigned supreme in my mind,
i break them
because it hurt me
to discover that there was really no magic,
after all
so i hurt them
i suppose i do it out of vengeance
an ugly and terrible and bitter vengeance
because i didn't get my way
because they weren't what i had created them to be
but with you,
i fell in love slowly
and quietly
there wasn't a rush
there wasn't an unmeasurable amount
of passion or lust or imagination
that overwhelmed me from seeing you
for who you are
i saw you
for you
i didn't create a new you in my mind
because something divine had already made
something so beautiful
(not perfect, but something strange and different
and refreshing and amazing and absolutely real)
i didn't put you on a pedestal
you stood tall enough on your own
i fell in love with you
very slowly
and very gently
but it wasn't desperate
i was just desperate
to have you as my own
you are not my everything
i haven't made you into the planet i exist on
because if you were my everything
you would end up as my nothing
because you would be so distant and unreachable
like another galaxy
i don't want to exist for you
i want to exist with you
i don't want you to be my planet
i want you to live on my planet with me
you are not my everything
instead you are my one thing
the one thing that puts a different kind of smile on my face
and a different kind of love that infests my heart
the one thing that i like to look at in the morning
and look at in the afternoon
and look at in the evening
because my eyes can't seem to take you all in
because you have all these hidden treasures and secrets
that you don't intend on showing all at once
you're an adventure
something and someone to explore
and i'll gladly go blindly into you
but you've given me a map
(thank you)
you are not my everything
instead,
you're my dear,
and my darling,
my baby,
and my love
and i think that is quite enough
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...