poetry poem

You never asked if I fell in love with you.

Yes. Why, yes I did. Or were you afraid to know the answer because what if that was the one thing that would have made you stay?

I think about it all from day one to the three months of you leaving, and not hearing a word; and then the warm summer that gave me goosebumps to the night I was brave enough to reach out, and the day we saw each other again.

I fell in love from that first moment to the last breath before I left your apartment.

But then I realized, nothing would have made you stayed if you already made your mind up to leave.

— 

Nothing would have made you stayed if you already made your mind up to leave // Ming D. Liu

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there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?

—  Charles Bukowski, “Bluebird”
In the same way you
lose yourself in a book,
I lost myself in you.
Somewhere between the lines of complexity
and beautifully woven plots,
I found myself staring at you for a second
longer than usual and the thoughts that
flooded my mind were nothing short
of shitty, completely lovesick poetry.
I began to see you in the words
I wrote and my characters began
to take on your role;
every drop of ink that hit the pages
of my notebooks became the blood
that flows through your veins.
You were the idea that came to life,
you were the beauty to the beholder’s eye,
you became the epitome of art and literature–
the perfection we writers seek when 
we find ourselves in deep–
and damn, am I in deep.
—  Another cloying love poem that I will regret in the morning
You and I happened so fast I couldn’t stop myself from falling for you I lost self control but that doesn’t matter since you are what completes me, you make me whole.
—  Nari, I believe true love and soulmates #4

“Please don’t push me away,” she says,

“Because I will walk away, I will pack up and leave without looking back, I will not stay when you want my absence so please, tell me to stay.”

“Tell me to stay with you for forever.”

— 

“I need you to hold onto me”

Forgotten Words #36