How do you explain it to someone? The magic, I mean; the simple joy of typing words onto a screen - or the thrill of your own hand-writing. How do you look someone in the eye and say, “That’s what I want to do for the rest of my life.” - How do you say, “This is what I will do for the rest of our lives.” - And, “They won’t always be about you” without saying sorry. - But maybe in this scenario they might just be about them, but you won’t know that then. The last time you wrote poems when you were with someone there were love poems traced with pain, trimmed with inadequateness. - How do you say, “Sometimes stories fill my fingers that haven’t even happened yet?” Or explain the calculations you make in their absence. - I swear math would be easier than all this guessing at the arrival date and times of the next— - How do I tell him “I build worlds and make up people, but when it comes to love, to this, don’t hold your breath. - Please, don’t waste my time or make false promises.” - Please don’t make me write a poem unless “love” is used as an adjective to describe it.
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