I have no need for anything, and it was just anything that cameA Poem by alittlejackSomeone who deals with long lost love for someone new that interests herI want you I want to discover you I want to uncover you I want to dive within you Your streams of guilt and bouts of virtues, The steamy plotlines of your beating heart, the enlightenment for the skies and the moon Your obsession with pastry and your longing for long train rides I saw you I want to dig you I want to study you I would count how many heartbeats your body vibrates in everything you’ve every done in every place you’ve ever been Your doses of methamphetamine at night and the drops of caffeine reeking inside your body The smell of you, the one redundant reminder of everything that is you I’d memorize it, heck, I’d write it down With every word I could manage possible I’d look through millions of books, new or old or prehistoric I’d look all descriptive words available just to define you I want to take you I want to squeeze you I want to touch you The size your fingernails grow at winter, the dirt on your shoulders every time you’d spend a minute at the solemn park The grayish outline up the rear end of your waistline form too much tight clothing I’d look at that, and marvel at that, and write novels about that Feel my fingers slowly travelling down your back while I memorize your curves and straight lines and dirty skin all at once I’d feel you dry, privacy lost because of someone knowing everything of you It’s not love, I don’t have love I have adoration, minimal hatred for what is coming So much passion for knowing someone who comes in and stretches me for proportions Burning fire of what’s coming I want to have you, as my study, as my written agenda Of knowledge and belonging and completion Curiosity was my first sin for you I don’t do love, I hate love I have hate for love Because I know what you are, I know why you’re here I know why they sent you to me And I’m getting ready I need you to face me, nakedly conscious Aware of me, aware of what I would do to you. Because you’re here, and I’m me And I should know how to match you © 2015 alittlejackAuthor's Note
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Added on May 24, 2015 Last Updated on May 24, 2015 Tags: hurt, poem, poetry, review please, love AuthoralittlejackManila, PhilippinesAbout19-year-old girl resting on some coffee shops and trying to figure out everything. more.. |