I loved you to the point of poetry.

That is to say,
meeting you made me into a rabid metaphor
foaming pretty words at the mouth.

That is to say,
you broke me into a hundred and forty three pieces
and I learned how to mosaic a verse from splintered thoughts.

That is to say,
I never knew punctuation until you split
all my eager exclamations into ellipses and breaks.

That is to say,
I never appreciated the pause between words
until we argued and I wished I could live inside of one.

That is to say,
you taught me how to tune out what you were saying
to hear the hurt behind it.

That is to say,
I cried when I realized all the important stuff were always hidden
beneath too many layers,
and we struggled in futility to say in words
what could only be expressed in reading into their echoes.

I have been
a line in a song
and a verse of poetry;

the first thought
in the morning

and the last
to follow into a dream.

And whilst love
comes in forms
we rarely expect

You would look me
over a crowded breakfast table
and between sips of coffee

swirl your drink spoon
and smirk to yourself

and in the absence of words

I found every sentiment
of a peaceful silence
sought.

I had never yet
bled you
onto a fresh page;

nor had I been able
to whisper you
into a pretty phrase

but despite a lack of poetry,
I wished to call you beautiful
in at least a hundred different ways.

Last night, I was privileged to be given the opportunity to perform spoken word at Hideaway, an open mic organized by Pinwheel Poetry (of which my friend, Frankie, is a member). Honestly, I’m always so grateful to have a chance to showcase my work, and the crowd this time was awesome! I performed a new piece which I had just finished hours before showing up to the event, so I was really nervous.

The piece was very unrefined and super unpolished, but I got a good reception, even warranting some praise from the poetry group Words Anonymous, and an invite to perform at their next open mic. :))

That’s two weeks now in a row that I’ve gotten to perform my work, and I really hope I can continue this trend! When I feel a little more seasoned, I’ll probably be announcing the nights I decide to perform on this platform more often.

Anyway, thanks for the support guys, enjoy the poem under the cut!

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I felt especially clever after penning this one. I won’t normally take the time to explain a poem, but this one I’ll mark with an analysis under the cut.

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“But Emotions Exist Outside of Time”

I say
a dagger
is a dagger,
regardless of
foreknowing.

They say
it hurts less
when you see it
coming.

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