i loved you, i think i did
or i do, i still
if the memories give me butterflies,
was it once true?
if it feels like you made my heart skip,
do you still?
you must, you should, you do
why else would i feel like that
when i remember you are forever away?
i love you, honestly
i love you, i do
i’m certain i did,
i think i’m certain i do
it’s surely love
why my stomach lurches thinking of you
let me prove it
let me prove myself
i swear i will,
just tell me i deserve to
i love you, truly
i love you, i do
memories, the memories
our bestest times, i still recall
i remember you trying to teach me to ride a bike;
the first time you cried in my arms;
seeing you downtown a few months ago
the way you pulled me into you with a vice grip;
curling up on your couch, clutching myself through cramps;
watching a movie from your youth
and i still listen to that song you showed me from it;
eating chili for the first time, though i never told you that;
crying in spite of myself over a movie
that’s existed forever it feels;
using the wrong wording and losing you for weeks;
i still remember the “plip plips”
of the fireballs in that mario game
i remember, i remember, see?
i haven’t forgotten you, i haven’t forgotten this
i love you, candidly
i love you, i do
you make me feel
that means something, right?
i felt then, i still feel
you still make me feel,
yet i still don’t feel enough
downtown a few months back,
you hugged me so tight,
like the vice grip i remembered
i fucked up my words a few years ago
and not having you sent me into
a depression i hadn’t felt so strongly before
i woke up from those dreams
with a somber ache in my gut
and thinking of the way things were
makes my stomach churn
and that means it was good, right?
i feel, you make me feel
that’s important, isn’t it?
i love you, sincerely
i love you, i do
i’ll tell you all i remember
tell you i deserve to love you
beg i deserve for you to love me
i remember our good times
my heart twists when i think of you so far
i dream of you, even
i dream of you
i’ll confess all this
spill it from my poorly sealed lips
to say i’m deserving of loving you
i’ll say it and shout
“see? see?
i remember! i think about you!
i love you, i swear!”
i love you, really
i love you, i do
i dreamt
and i thought
and i wept
and i imagined
and i can place you there, if i must
those fantasies
barely, but you’re there if i squint
i loved you once, i’m certain of that
as for the rest,
i’ve never been sure of much
i love you, surely
i love you, i do
i don’t know who this poem is supposed to convince,
me, myself,
or the girl with a suffocating hug
who could say just the right thing to make me cry
who could persuade me to her will with ease
who i know i miss,
but i don’t know if i want
and i know i don’t need
but i loved her, certainly
and my heart wept when she spoke in that tone
so surely it meant something, right?
i loved you, i think i did
and i could still, i could try
if she used that voice again
i would have no choice
— i love you, i swear
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I just realised why I like the "impossible love" trope so much.
You see, when an "impossible love" is portrayed in media, its about two people that love each other so deep, so much, so hard. The circumstances are what makes it impossible for them to be together, but if it was for them... if it was for them everything would be so perfect.
If it was for them, they would live the happily ever after they've always dreamt of, either together or each on their own. They would kiss and smile out in broad daylight, hold hands, and enjoy the other's smile, their laugh, the sparkle in their eyes. And they would be in love the way they want to be in love.
But they can't. Because of the end of the world, a war, a family feaud, a promise, their duty, pure hate towards them... and it can't be. But they want it to be. It's not that there's no love. It's not that there's no desire or willingness or lack of fear or doubt. Is that there is something bigger than themselves that prevents them from showing it out loud.
And maybe it's terrible and I shouldn't wish for this but, I can't help but want a love where the reason it isn't happening is not because they don't love me or I don't love them, I don't wanna have any more one-sided love, I'm tired of it. I just would like an impossible love that isn't impossible because of us, but because of them.
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