11.16.16 E.R.M
Someday, someone will love you.
They will want to run their fingers through your webbed freckles, and meander through your creases; like a blank canvas, yet to be completed.
They will absorb your laughter and collect it in little jars, like drops of honeydew. Opening it on days that the sun needs a reminder to light another day. They will insist on painting only in the same shade as your translucent blue eyes.
Someday, someone will thumb through all your favorite novels and underline all your favorite parts; then memorize them as if it is their new favorite song. Someday, someone will clap for all the parts of you that you are still learning to love.
You are a rare occurrence, a limestone moon, a pink sun, a lunar eclipse. You are the wind in his hair, the earth beneath his feet, he is gravitating towards your light. You are the first hint of daylight, after a long cold night.
Someday, someone will search for you. They will try to find you in all the books you love and all the things you've written, and all the lyrics you've written on your lips. They will try to taste the way these words sound on you. They will leave to come to you, but they'll only be coming home, and all of you will be loved, wholly and completely.
YOU ARE READING
The Other Person Project
Poetrythe answer is yes. it will always be yes. you will always be the words. [(format) This originally started as a secret project I took on senior year, in high school. I wanted to write a poem about every single person in my class, eventually it becam...
