See, i was gonna write you a love poem
that Rudy Francisco Shihan trip. Do you know ‘em?
Or do you pronounce it pome? I’mma stick with po-em
Cause i got these feelings and i’m bout to po’ em
Out.
like Frank Ocean
Downed a potion of emotion
i’m thinkin’ bout.
You.
But got me thinking tho’
Like dude really? a love poem yo?
What am i like fourteen? Am i court-ing?
Maybe I’m just embarrass-ing
Myself.
And besides, I don’t even know what love is.
They say It is what it is.
But do I really know what IT is?
You know what it is?
Black and yellow
But really tho’
I kind of think love is like bubblegum and jello.
Bubble gum cause love is sticky
Jello cause love is icky
But mostly just cause love has this really weird consistency
And i’m not exactly sure that’s how i feel about you
So let me think about it a bit.
You kind of feel like six seasons and a movie
You feel like one leg in and one leg out when it’s too warm to go full blanket and too cold to go without.
You feel like warm brownie cups and cold ice cream.
You feel like comfortable silences
You feel like there’s no need for small talk
but I still want to talk about the weather
You are “cuddle” weather
You are “come over” weather
You are “stay-in-watch-dvd’s” together weather
You are “we’re not really here to watch dvd’s, are we now?” weather
You are that space between “the one” and “whoever”
You are that moment between “too late” and “forever
And forever is a long time.
Enough time for strangers to stop being strangers then strangely, strangers turn to “together”
But what’s stranger is that together is bound to feel stranger
Stranger and stranger until it gets so strange that “together” turns back into strangers
And sometime when this happens people still think about forever when really they should be thinking in terms more like “it’s over”.
And you can always say you’re clean, you don’t roll.. whatever.
But with love, let me tell you, no one ever ends up being sober.
So this is why I’m not writing you a love poem.
I’m not gonna tell you my heart skips a beat or I get lost in your eyes
I’m not gonna tell you lies and say you give me butterflies when you don’t
But let me tell you this tho’
You give me caterpillars
Fat little catterpillars that need space and time to grow.
This is not a love poem. It’s more like a “like poem”.
Pome? Po-em?
Whatever.
I’m not sure if I love you yet.
You are that space between “the one” and “whoever”
You are that moment between “too late” and “forever”
We can fall in love or we can go back to being strangers.
We can meet in the future, and I could be like “It’s like I never even knew her.”
I could come up to you and say “sup girl? You tryna chill?”
And you’d be like “it’s too late.”
And I’d go “What do you mean its too late? Maybe it’s not late at all. Has it ever occurred to you that the reason why things never worked out was because they came too soon?”
“Think about it.
How can it ever be too late for forever?”
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