She makes me want
to write poetry.
The really stupid sappy kind
that isn’t any good unless
its about you.
The overly specific,
metaphor galore,
dripping honey,
blood on the tongue,
count the freckles,
nose kisses,
incredibly detailed yet lacking
description of your scent
kind of poetry-
by the way, you smell like apples
and detergent and I want to fuck
your brains out everytime you
walk into a room,
so there’s that too-
kind of poetry.
The super sappy, sticky, icky stuff
where I say shit like:
you make me feel
like I’m the universe, baby,
my love for you is going to
keep growing and expanding
every year I’m alive until
just this side of forever and ever,
so take your fucking vitamins
I want you to stay with me
as long as you can, please
don’t let go of my hand,
if I get to have just one more day,
one more week, one more year
with your smile
I promise I’ll make it
worth your while-
kind of poetry.
The fearless no holds barred
this is my heart
this is what it wants:
you, you, you, only you
kind of poetry.
Forget sonnets,
limmricks,
gentle rhyming bullshit.
Forget grammer and
stick with rhythm.
I want to write you a poem
as sincerely messy
and half as crazy
as my love for you is.
I want you to feel it
when I speak it,
to know it and
that I mean it.
Actually fuck it.
You make me want to
stop writing poetry-
every touch from you
has more meter in it then
any poem I ever could
write for you and
every poem is me
just trying to plagerize
the way your eyes
look when you
look at me-
So put down your drink
I’ll put down my pen-
kiss me kiss me
I want you-
to taste the words
on my lips
that never seem
to translate to the paper
You say, so this is
what poetry tastes like
Hmmm…too me,
it tastes like
you.
prguitarman
kianamaiart
2087
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