I still laughed with you,
Although your humour was as hard and dry
As winterblasted twigs,
Knocking together like old and yellowed bones.
And I could not have wanted you so much
As when you were broken,
Not shattered, but cracked
Down the centre, a hairline split,
A fissure.
You were waiting to come apart.
I waited, also, with the glue.
Your violent smile, your unparalleled passion
Knew no boundaries.
You were....limitless.
Limitless with every expression,
Every emotion,
Every ravaging feeling to come
Spilling from your bold mouth.
And that is what I love about you.
Loved.
Author notes
Some people are made to be lost.
Comments
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i cannot even describe how much i love this poem.
i wouldn't change a thing about it if i could.
<3
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Not only are you moving on, but moving UP with serious quickness! I'm slowly coming back around AP these days and I'm quickly becoming intimate with your poetry all over again. This was, simply put, terrific.
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If some people are made to be lost, perhaps they will pass into oblivion. You seem to be moving on.
Well done.
Mike
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