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Now when God made you, He cussed for the first time. He turned to an angel, gave him a high five and said, ‘Goddamn, I’m good.’ You were that beautiful. I spent the last five days trying to figure out how I was gonna introduce myself to you properly And I think I finally figured it out and It’s gonna go something like, 'Hi.’ That’s all I got so far But I think it’s a good start. You see, I want that My friends think I’m crazy kind of love, That reckless kind of love, That wake up early, make you breakfast kind of love, That crack open my life and say, You gotta see this kind of love Forget the shallow stuff I want the deepest kind of love That I wanna stay up late, tell you all my secrets kind of love That every time I see you, I fall to pieces kind of love I want that stand next to me kind of love That you are my destiny kind of love That no matter what happens, you’ll always get the best of me kind of love That only you get my heart and my mind, the world gets the rest of me kind of love That invest in me kind of love Because you already know that I’ve invested in you kind of love That if you come home upset, you don’t have to say anything I’ll already know what to do kind of love I want I want love. I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak And then suck my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations I want you to come to me like an afternoon Come to me slowly as if you were A broken sunset with the lazy sky on your shoulders If you let me be your sunlight, I promise that I will penetrate your darkness Until you speak in angel wings Pull me close to you Tell me that you love me Then scratch your future into my back So I can be everything that you live for I promise that I will die for you daily And then resurrect in your screams I promise that I will love you as if it’s the only thing that I’ve ever done correctly I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp Just to show me how painful love can be And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless You see, I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed; It’s pure and imperfect, Just the way that God intended See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… It would be about you About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared But reckless With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you You see, I’m not really a love poet But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud And your reflection in every window You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me Because if you were here, right now I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific Ocean I want to drink the sunlight in your skin If I was a love poet I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful Even on days when everything around you is ugly You see I’d write about your eyelashes and How they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture Every time I hear the vibration in your voice And whenever I see your name on the caller ID My heart It plays hopscotch inside of my chest It climbs onto my ribs like the monkey bars And I feel like a child all over again I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you I swear, I’m not a love poet But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love My first poem–I swear It would be about you And after all of that she was like, 'So how do you feel about me?’ And I was confused And I said, let’s put it like this: I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like Trust you I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life You see, last night I had a particular dream I died in one of my dreams, Not knowing I was asleep I decided to walk and I walked in my sleep I slept in my walk I walked backwards until I saw you for the first time and I could barely muster the courage to introduce myself all over again You see, I’ve been trying to find the right words And I’ve been trying to take the right steps To what seems to me like thousands of years But something always seems to go wrong between us We lived in Egypt, I was the pharaoh’s slave, you were his daughter Loving you led to my death They claimed that I seduced you and after they stole my life, I was resurrected as a mason I made the foundation for your house We met eyes between two seconds You left and I didn’t see you again Until I died and came back as a caterpillar I turned into a butterfly I landed in the palm of your hands, you brushed me away And the rejection Killed me When I awoke, I was a kick drum, you were a snare, we were both owned by this drummer named Cozy Cole and when he died, so did we But I came back just to look for you I left notes in random places, Hoping that you would stumble across I carved our names in trees And then prayed that it would jog your memory I whispered your name in the wind Hoping somehow, maybe someway My voice would reach you But it didn’t and I died early. I died young with breadcrumbs in my hand Just hoping that you would find me But you never did So they buried me And when they buried me, they put these coins over my eyes And I used them as bus fare to get back to Earth Just so I could look for you. That’s why sometimes when we hold hands every so often, I tend to hold on a little too tight And I’m sorry… I just don’t want to lose you again. And my mother told me, That when you find the perfect woman You do whatever it takes to make sure that she’s next to you And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures Just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer If I could, I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time Whenever, we stand next to each other, Love, I was the only one made for you And you can be 'At last,’ my Etta James I’ll be 'Oh Child’ when you’re in pain Or you could be 'Candy Coated Drops of Rain’ Even though it never rains in Southern California And together We could be music And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend I’ll say no She is my musician And me… I’m her favorite song.

Rudy Francisco (via lotusdewdrop)