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I tell you, I tell you not.
I love you, and I think you love me.
But that's how far it gets, so I put it in poetry.
I write about you sometimes.
Hide my truth within similes, metaphors, and rhymes.
Of hushed conversations in a crowded place
Memorizing each thing so I can later retrace.
You ask me how I feel when I'm with you.
Like I'm in a cellophane bubble of a soft pink hue,
La vie en Rose
A dopamine doze
You ask me what I think of you.
Words to which I wish I knew
Universe pulled a few invisible strings,
Put you in my life to change everything.
We stand inches close yet light years away.
Cliche!
We stay long enough to touch, not enough to hold
The world is unfair, or so I'm told.
So I pretend your smile doesn't put me in slumber.
Memorize lines on your hand as one would with numbers.
You ask me why I hold back. I say I'm scared.
What I hold back is what I'm scared of:
It's not being unable to find the right words for what I feel
It's being able to say the right words and never heal.
I love you, but I don't tell.
I try to show you, like casting a gentle spell.
Through metaphors and rhymes
And words that were written by dead poets sometimes.
recently came across The Beatrice Letters by Lemony Snicket which screams love in every possible way. So I had to make my own version of it. Dramatically speaking: An homage if I may.
The Beatrice Letters: Unsent
I will love you if this is the last time I get to tell you, and I will love you if this is the only time I get to tell you that I do. I will love you as an empress loves her emperor, and as the emperor loves his subjects, and as his subjects love their empire. I love you as a moth loves flame and as flame loves metal. I love you as a warrior loves her sword and as the sword loves to draw blood. I will wait for you as Olaf waits for summer and as a pied cuckoo waits for rain. I will love you if our forever starts today, I will love you if our forever ends today, and I will love you if we never even stood a chance.
I love you as the sun loves the sea and as the sea loves the salt. I will love you as long as it takes to separate the salt from the sea and the salt from my tears. I love you as Shakespeare loves tragedy, and as tragedy follows every hero, and as the hero slowly starts to fall in love with the villain. I will learn to say I love you in every existing language, and then I will learn to speak your love language. I will love you as the poets love the moon and as the moon loves to chase a car. I will love you when you think the world of someone else, I will love you as that world falls apart, and I will love you as my world falls apart. I will love you when my world is full of light, and I will love you from the shadows of my mind.
The Beatrice Letters by Lemony Snicket
CROWDED TRAIN RIDES
We save the most intense conversations
For the crowded train rides back home.
Not the same home. Not now. Not ever.
We stand in between the bustling crowd,
Look out the window and avoid each other's eyes
You hum under your breath, and I pretend I didn't hear it
We talk about the day in moments.
Ones that made us laugh, ones that felt grateful,
And then about the ones we didn't think the other would notice.
That brings a smile to your face,
So I crack open my otherwise dark heart just a little.
To let that light inside. You smile again, and I break again.
I tell you things I wouldn't tell you when we're alone
In the silence of an empty road where you can hear my voice break
So I find comfort in the crowd muffling out my pain.
The train stops, and you forget it's time.
It's time for you to get down, that it's time for us to reset.
We hug, you get down, and I watch you walk away.
One of these days will be our final train ride like this
Where we talk about us.
And we'll get down, go home. Not the same. Not ever.
But maybe one that's just as loved.
HANDS.
Why did we collectively agree
that love is stored in our hearts?
Why did no one stand up to argue
that love is within the other person's hands?
Trust me not?
Palm on your forehead late at night,
Checking your temperature.
A reassuring hand on your knee
When you're shaking with anxiety.
A grip around your wrists
While crossing the road.
Calloused fingers suddenly soft
While brushing tears off your cheeks.
Protective arm around your shoulders
when all you want is to lean.
Brush of fingers while passing a dish
Over the dinner table.
I'll cease to exist
When my heart stops beating
But I'll give you that letter with scrawly writings
Only when you pry it from my cold, dead hands.
Sunshine In Disguise 🌤
Standing in the middle of a crowd
struggling to find my sound
I put my heart on a silver platter,
every wound unbound.
Endlessly wanting to do furthermore,
to feel a sense of belonging.
Until one day, I was worn out
wishing for an exemption from that longing.
It took me ages to comprehend
that it takes only one soul
willing to give you a corner of their heart,
to pull you out of that black hole.
Someone who'll sit with you
until you're ready to talk.
Someone you can hold on to
until you're ready to walk.
They'll give you an unfeigned smile,
the one that reaches their eyes.
And that is how you'll know
that's your sunshine in disguise.