LOVE IS NOT INFATUATION

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cupid's arrow is still lodged in my chest

and i would die if i pull it out

my feeble heart still wants to grow old with you

i still want to talk to you for hours

you give my lungs air

and my veins blood

and my cold hands color

and my rough skin ease

you bring me joy

and tears

love

and

gray hairs

you paint my body like a canvas

you make me feel young

and yes that makes us sound old but

i'd rather feel younger with you so we don't die

they say when you think someone is perfect it's infatuation

and when once you realize they aren't it's love

well i knew you were never perfect but i still chose you

so would that be love at first sight?

maybe.... just maybe


your name leaves a warm taste in my mouth

it stops me from throwing up the blood in my stomach

and your hands heal every broken bone in my body

your smell fogs my brain and it gives me insomnia because it makes me wish you were here


the first time you said "i love you" my palms became sweaty

and my heart jumped out of my chest

and the decaying in my lungs stopped


you gave my body peace

you gave my heart love

and then i knew my efforts weren't for nothing

but they weren't for everything

they were for right now

they were for

good nights

and good mornings

and laughs

and inside jokes

and stolen kisses

and walks in the park

and movies

and planets in your eyes

and flowers in my lungs

and butterflies in our presence


they were for the little things

and the big things

and the things we don't see


i feel like i stepped into a fairy circle because i forgot how to tell time when i started to love you

and when you hold my hand time stops and i fall in love with you all over again

you make my body quake

and my heart slow down


you give me everything

and it is more than enough

and this is love

and this is peace of mind

and this is....


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