how to tell someone you are head over heels
if i say your name too many times it
begins to sound like a song written
ten thousand years ago (not
by me, of course, for i wasn't born but)
by the universe who
etched stars into stone and
left it buried under the earth for
me to find in my garden (ten
thousand years later) just
a little too heavy for
a girl who's not
ready
to tell you a thousand times over (that's
once every ten years) how i feel but
i cannot be like juliet to her romeo or
gatsby to his daisy; tony to his maria (who
turned her very name into a song, and i
wonder if it is old as the universe's ode to
you) or even cathy to her heathcliff but
those stories all end in tragedy anyway so
nothing good can come of love i
want you to know so much that
i keep my mouth
shut
a/n - alternative title: i watched west side story and somehow my brain made this from it
YOU ARE READING
she looks like poetry but my thoughts are in prose
Poetrylooking at her is like falling in love over and over again. [my poems]
