L: Poems

Nov 2013 · 295

L Nov 2013

what is it that you're so afraid of?

if it's your feelings, why?

if it's my feelings, why?
you know how I feel.

or do you?

do you know what I would do for you?

I'd go to the ends of the earth for you.
I'd die protecting you.
I'd lay down my life for the sake of yours.

why?

because I love you.

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Nov 2013 · 229

untitled

L Nov 2013

untitled

I'm sinking
further
and
further
into this bottomless hole
Sometimes I think I'm going mad
out of my mind
or maybe I'm just afraid
Afraid of what I'm becoming
or afraid of what I am

Nov 2013 · 3.4k

scoliosis

L Nov 2013

scoliosis

I didn't ask to be this way.
this curved.
this deformed.
this insecure.

but I like to believe You made me this way for a reason.
maybe to tell my story to others.
maybe to give others the strength to have surgery.
maybe to let others know that two metal rods in your back is normal for someone with scoliosis.

but maybe
there isn't a reason
at all.

Nov 2013 · 1.3k

a letter to John Lennon

L Nov 2013

a letter to John Lennon

To John Lennon, wherever you and your twisted mind are now...*

I like to think that we're connected somehow.
Your music makes me think, makes me second guess things, makes me live.
It's amazing what your words do to me.
No one will ever understand what you mean to me.
Quite honestly, I'm not sure I want them to.

So thanks, Johnny.
For everything you've done for me, my music taste, my mind, and my heart.
I love you and all your imperfections.

Nov 2013 · 495

question

L Nov 2013

question

today, a friend asked me what I liked about you.
I gave them the generic answer
"he's a great guy"
but looking back on that question, I began to think...

what do I like about you, love?

I like the way the skin around your eyes crinkle when you smile.
I like the dimples in your cheeks.
I like the music you ask me to listen to (now just listen to mine).
I like the way we can give each other a look and instantly know what's up.
I like when you send me pictures of your cats, as if I really care (which I do).
I like the way you say "*****" and "****".
I like when you tell me that I'm beautiful.
I like when you feel insecure and turn to me for help.
I like the fact that you've never left me, not once in 16 years.

but I hate that I love you.

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