Attuned, Analysis (To You)

Just things. Not necessarily poetry. I enjoyed writing this. Although this may be one of my last poems on here. I like and loathe generating epiphanies so constantly.

Words are nice

But really unnecessary

Which is why I'm fond of being with you

Among other things

Is that one thing is gained among words lost

And that is the rare thing of simplicity

So uncommon and such a treasure in my life

When I cannot stop thinking

But in your arms my mind is forced to slow

Process things only as quickly as the next breath comes

And that I don't have to analyze everything as I do always
When there is nothing to read into

Still, it is not as though things go unspoken

But that is okay, there's no need for conversation always

I can still recognize the times when I want to say I love you

But know that it is unnecessary simply because it is clear

But sometimes you're moved to say it, as am I

And when it sounds out in the quiet it's gentler than any music

So when the quiet settles back in I can think about it

Slowly, carefully, without difficulty

And remember the first days of falling in love with you

Thinking of the past and being ever present with your arm around me

It's nice, it's so nice

The simplicity in moments together

Author's Note

I am a lot of things A) tired B) tired C) grateful for my boyfriend who I am so lucky to say even is my boyfriend D) even more tired E) ready to take on Donald Trump

This is a messy word splurge but HEY come Sunday I won't have to think of it maybe possibly perhaps

You really must notice a common theme in these poems
I hope so

Reviews

[Spilt]

this is so beautifully written
I basically have no words except:
I stan a goddess