when i told you that i love you,
i didn't just mean that my lips crave yours,
that my happiness is linked hopelessly with yours,
that my thoughts will always stumble onto you somehow.
what i also meant when i told you that i love you is that
your tears are poison for me,
your suffering paralyzes me,
your attempts to quarantine your pain inside a self destructive room in your soul will be in vain.
because i know the key to that room.
i'm the only one to hold it.
the only one who knows the map to that room.
the only one to know it exists.
and i will kiss that wretched lock you made out of your suffering the moment after you lock it.
when it opens, do not hide your tears from me.
love is messy, we both know it.
no medical procedure is clean, of course you know that.
there is blood, there is pus, there are screams.
because when i said i love you, i wanted to say that i want it all- your smiles, your happiness, your tears and your pain.
i'd rather your tears be out like a waterfall instead of staying frozen like a glacier inside of you- making you cold from the inside.
your tears will not scare me away- know that.
please, please know that.
they'll be just one more excuse for my lips to hug your cheeks.
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All Feathers and Hollow Bones
PoetryI'm a bird in your arms- all feathers and hollow bones. My stomach and my heart are not really a mass of tissue and blood and veins. They're just a bunch of butterflies ready to fly up, up and away. ○●○● Love letters in verse. From Him to Her. ...
