If I were a love poet...but I'm not :P
If I were a love poet,
I would be so scared. That’s why I’m not.
But I’d tell you how much I fell for you,
Without training wheels.
It’d be about the first time I fell in love with you,
Devoid of reason or purpose.
I’d have scabs on my knees
And I’d try to pick them off
And we’d sit and eat glue
And colour with crayon
And have paint all over our faces
Red paint. Like your favourite.
I’m not much of a love poet,
But if I was,
I’d write about the water and your reflection.
I’ve written a million poems,
Hoping that out of all of them
There you’ll be, and you’ll pop out
And I’ll have a perfect essence of your being
I’d write about how I melt in front of you
Like an icecream cone on a hot day,
And if you were here right now,
I’d massage your back until your skin spoke words
And your heartbeat,
Your heartbeat would sound like my last name.
And I’d smile.
But I’m not much of a love poet.