the love of a poet
no one ever will love me poetically
i’ve thought about it, many times
people will savor me
they’ll enjoy me
they’ll take what i have to give
but never with bated breath
never with stars in their eyes
and the sky on their mind
they’ll hold my hand and stare blankly
they liked loving me, i guess
but never like a poet
and that’s okay, i accept my fate
this burden is mine to bare
but i will, yes i will
every person, every breath, every day
i will love through vivid colors
and sounds only i can hear
i’ll bend words to my will
and i’ll kiss and i’ll touch
i’ll feel glitter and sparks and bass
and clubs and waterparks
and space
i’ll love you like a poet will
i’ll love you like a warm embrace
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