I love you like they say it in poems.
We will add to each others' miseries
We will love each other more that we can
We will hate each other more than we should
We will drown in our madness
And when I try to swim to the shore
You will pull me back so fast
that I won't have time to call for help
We will make our own stories
Add a different ending every time
We will make sand castles
And then destroy them
We will blow bubbles
and then run after them
We will fight so that we can
make love later
So that I know the difference
between love and hate
peace and war
With you and without you
And every time I threaten to leave you
You will just look into my eyes
Give me a glimpse of all
those memories I have lived
with you by my side
I will run back to you like a child
And when you are sad, I will crack lame jokes
I will put your hand against mine
Count our fingers together
10, I will say
they are just 10 together.
And when you'll lie on the bed with
your head against the pillow
You hair on the soft cloth
I will put my hand through it
I will bring you closer
My skin against yours
My life against yours
My love against yours
My heart against yours
I will touch you.
So that I can feel the life in you
I will let my tears drop on your face.
I will let my breath seep into your skin
I will hold you so tight that you know that I need you
I am not weak.
No I am not
My need for your love
makes me stronger
Stronger to live through another day
Live through this shit hole
they call life
This life is not easy
Not for me.
I don't want to put on
a brave face everyday. I can't.
There are days when I just
want to cry on your shoulders
And nothing you say will set it right
But your shoulder, is what I need that night
I love you. But not like they say it in movies
Or in colleges
In gardens behind bushes
I love you. Not like they sing it in songs
Or in schools
In dark rooms with no windows
I love you. Like they say it in poems
In ways which no one will understand
I love you. Like they say it in coffee stained
letters. Like on long walks
on the beach. In grave yards.
Like the roses that he leaves behind for her.
I love you. And not because I
want to but because I don't know
what else to do.
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