He drinks in knowledge,
Always thirsty for understanding.
Science videos, podcasts, books-
The topic’s not as important
As the overwhelming details.
.
I think space is cool,
But thinking about it too hard
Gives me a headache,
If not a sense of panic.
The poets know
That words can flow
When strung together well.
.
But in all your
Silent touches
I read poetry as well
Loving you means
Never really knowing
How important i am to you.
.
Loving you means
Always wondering
If i even am at all.
.
Loving you means
Begging for conversations
And settling
For three words.
.
It means storming out
And thinking
‘This time he’ll come,
.
This time is his turn
To start unraveling
All the tension and the hurt.’
.
I wonder why
I’m still disappointed
When you never do.
.
It means pleading
With a fortress to let me in,
Open the gates
And let me in.
.
And then ending
The night seated outside,
In the cold.
.
Loving you means
Writing a thousand thoughts
You’ll never read
.
And longing to read the thoughts
You’ll never write me.
.
It means wanting so much
For you to prioritize me
.
And then felling like a burden
Or a waste of time
If i manage to convince you to.
.
Loving you means
Tricking myself
Into believing
That the choice between
Happiness and love
Is a hard one.
.
It means pretending
I could ever
Not choose happiness
.
It means knowing
Deep down
That someday
Happy will win,
.
But putting it of
As long as long as possible
For the foolish notion,
That maybe
You’ll offer both.
Allow me now
To tell a tale
Of people come and gone,
.
Who’s absences
Are rarely felt,
Who’s soles don’t linger on.
.
What honest shame,
What tragedy,
Although they never died.
.
Instead they lost
Themselves to love,
Where hollowed out inside
Down here, Near the equator,
The moon looks like
The cheshire cat’s Smile.
.
And when we see his cheeky grin,
Things are okay
Just for a while.
They call it falling
Because being in love
Means loosing
The ability to fly
How long can a person go
Without being heard,
Before it drives them mad?
.
How long can a voice
Fade into nothing,
Until its host follows?
Up above, the starts shone bright
With the only light to dim them:
A bonfire fading its way to a memory.
.
When we danced in it’s dying glow
Time folded in on itself
And we kissed like brand new lovers.
From inside the open tent
We where both
Astronauts and
Deep sea divers.
I’ve seen the way
Loving you
Looks on people
.
It’s not my color
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