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loveliness
poetry | i want a love so honest that we share with eachother our worst parts, and they drive us apart.
I want you to wrap your arms around my middle
and call me your religion
speak of me as if I am something beautiful
and toss me away as I become less favourable
as I become inflexible
and under scrutiny am no longer
the same short prettiness you thought you had chosen
when you finger-picked me out of a catalogue.
I want you to sing about me in cathedrals
then burn every word and photograph that has my face;
I want you to love me so viciously that you
beat down anyone who dares question me,
and lock me out from the inside so I can
never tell you what to do with your life
and when to do it.
I want you to scream my name over bridges
just so everyone can hear how powerful it sounds to you
then refuse to utter it for the rest of your existance
because it was the name that ruined you
and the love that wasn't as pink as it had seemed
in the advertizements.
I want you to rush to meet me at the doorway and
breath I love you's down my neck
and then avoid my skin for weeks as you
debate the merits of just picking up and
leaving, leaving and never coming back;
I want you to crush me to your chest and tell me how sick
you'll feel when I'm gone
and turn around and tell your
six thousand followers on twitter
that you were never happier than when you spent
three days by yourself
without my voice in the background.
I want you to promise to be faithful,
to be loyal, and to fufill every obligation you've sworn to me
and as soon it's over,
sleep with everyone on our level.
I want you to be happy
to be human
and whether that means with me or without me doesn't matter
because when you look back at everything
you have and want
I want you to be satisfied that it all looks
like exactly what you asked for.
poetry | i want a love so honest that we share with eachother our worst parts, and they drive us apart.
I want you to wrap your arms around my middle
and call me your religion
speak of me as if I am something beautiful
and toss me away as I become less favourable
as I become inflexible
and under scrutiny am no longer
the same short prettiness you thought you had chosen
when you finger-picked me out of a catalogue.
I want you to sing about me in cathedrals
then burn every word and photograph that has my face;
I want you to love me so viciously that you
beat down anyone who dares question me,
and lock me out from the inside so I can
never tell you what to do with your life
and when to do it.
I want you to scream my name over bridges
just so everyone can hear how powerful it sounds to you
then refuse to utter it for the rest of your existance
because it was the name that ruined you
and the love that wasn't as pink as it had seemed
in the advertizements.
I want you to rush to meet me at the doorway and
breath I love you's down my neck
and then avoid my skin for weeks as you
debate the merits of just picking up and
leaving, leaving and never coming back;
I want you to crush me to your chest and tell me how sick
you'll feel when I'm gone
and turn around and tell your
six thousand followers on twitter
that you were never happier than when you spent
three days by yourself
without my voice in the background.
I want you to promise to be faithful,
to be loyal, and to fufill every obligation you've sworn to me
and as soon it's over,
sleep with everyone on our level.
I want you to be happy
to be human
and whether that means with me or without me doesn't matter
because when you look back at everything
you have and want
I want you to be satisfied that it all looks
like exactly what you asked for.