We were composed of the most beautiful symphonies. He would say I love you like it was an easier concept than to breathe. It all just flowed naturally. So for the longest time, I thought it was him that I needed but it was me. And I have experienced storms far greater than the ones he has blown my way. In the distance I can see a calm sea. I know maybe not now but really soon that I will be okay.
I see it fitting and proper to inform you that
I won’t write about you forever
You will grow old like autumn leaves
As you illuminate the trees
in the center of my soul
Then fall to the pit of my stomach
when it gets cold
To the guy I met my Sophomore year
The one I didn’t quite ‘get’ till my Senior year
I promise you I am not full of malice, or obsessed
I just think I can love you the way I think you should be loved
I promise you this is love and this is not a joke
You see, when I was younger people would tell me that I had a nice voice
When I grew up, people told me I had a nice voice
Then I met you
You had a voice that was steady
Like the schedules of day and night trains
Yet it would often stutter
Or experience instances of nervous quacks
And shy shakes
And like 6am day breaks I always expected it
Still, it made my heart flutter nonetheless
Like an actor who is featured in a Romantic film
Take after take
You were on queue
See that is what you did
To someone who was quit fond of books
To someone who adored a book about a train
Your voice, yea that train wreck
Was good to me like a soft violin
And it was bad to me like too much sun on salted skin
Somehow, still, I would love nothing more than to hear it all over again
Why must we lie?
‘Are you okay?’
Why do we lie?
Why not tell the truth?
‘Are you okay?’
Why don’t we say how we really are?
Why don’t we say,
We just say,