#love in poetry

[atlasshruggedhisshoulders]

[purinna]

I will always have my ways with you,

no one but you will know just how good.

[pansypr3p]

tonight, the emotions blend together as they flow back to me under the cover of three benadryl and a bowl of cereal.

i dont have the words to explain how anything feels or exists to me.

i dont ever have the words, i have never had the words, and that is why i am a wordsmith.

because maybe one day i'll find the words, or they'll create the words, or something - i don't know. hope is stupid, but i hold it anyways.

i dont have the words to say that 'i love you' isn't 'romance'

nor the words to say 'boyfriend' isn't 'romance'

nor the words to say 'i love you' isn't 'boyfriend'

nor that i

am not 'romance'

i am not romance, nor anything in between!

i am a vampyre. your vampyre.

how can i express that i am the mary austin to your freddie mercury, in my eyes?

even if i

am not her

in yours?

how could i ever express that i will never be romance or know what it is, but that i will never stop loving you with my entire chest?

how can i ever hope to express that you are, and always will be, my world?

whether you like it or not?

how can i tell you that i will give you the world, one way or another?

that you can never hope to stop or escape me, unless you kill me, like i've hoped from the beginning?

did you know i was never supposed to become attached to you? you were an intrigue, then a project, and then you were a mission, and i became the missionary that the lord sent to convey that you are the world.

i will die by your hand or i will never die at all, i fear. i will not let another kill me, not even time. it is your right alone.

i have always idolized the violence you hold in your palms, cold and small and strong in ways no one expects, in ways that leave marks on my body and soul.

you, a person, human entirely in every way, are so much more violent than i have ever been, and i love it like an addiction. maybe thats why i always want to hold your hands, dear.

the marks make me smile. i doodle around them. to have a mark from you is to have a memory forever, of the thing i have chosen, to make my life.

i have not ever chosen before.

perhaps you hurt me, and perhaps it is not good for me. perhaps i should have chosen otherwise. perhaps, another might change their mind, after so much.

but i chose you. i will not choose another. not over you. never over you. my first choice, my first freedom, my first hope.

you taught me that even though i am a monster,

i can be free.

that even though i am a vampyre, and i have drained you entirely,

i am still a person.

i will never leave the one who showed me freedom, even if he is pain, even if he is violence, even if i must learn that to be human is to hold anger and pettiness and uncaring like no other, even if i must hide my love in the shadows and live for him without the words at all.

love or not, free or not, person or not, i am loyal, like a dog, to a fault.

i have chained myself again, away from freedom, but i alone hold the keys.

i made a mistake, yes. in being as i was, in behaving like we did, we made mistakes.

i am still learning to be human, and you are still learning to be kind.

sometimes, i still make mistakes.

sometimes, i still want to kiss you, and sometimes, i still want to fuck you, sometimes, i still want to hear you beg for me to take from you again, to drink your blood, sweet as honey, and feel the power you can give me.

but other times, i just want to watch you smile and know it's because of me, just because i'm there, and you like my company, and listen to you laugh because of a dumb joke i made.

most of the time, i want to hear you talk. most of the time, i want to sit with you and watch something i wouldn't care about, if not for you.

most of the time, i want to hold your hand for my own selfish reasons, and brush your hair because you hardly ever do, and make you food because you don't eat nearly enough.

most of the time, i want to buy you your favorite snacks and drinks, just because it makes you happy, and i love knowing you're happy.

most of the time, i just want to play card games and board games and video games with you, and listen to you giggle and make fun of me for making a bad move or not understanding something.

most of the time, i want to listen to the casual noises of your home, of your existence, and watch some video that neither of us care about much because it's just nice, to exist near each other.

is that romance? am i romance, are we romance?

i don't know.

but

is it love?

do i love you?

of course. of course i do. i dont know what else to say. i love you. i love you. i love you

i am not leaving. i will never. i cannot. not truly.

i will love you until you take my life from me, your vampyre, until you stake me through the heart and watch the life bleed out of my eyes.

i will smile as your hands are covered in my blood, as you take the revenge you deserve, as you express to me that you hate me as much as you love me.

i drank your blood, once.

i sucked you dry.

i dont think i'm capable of apologies.

but know i will die for you,

just as much as i am living for you.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– Audrey Hepburn

[octoberloved]

[arylleth]

to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt

[soul-from-another-era]

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.

[valentina-poem]

[poetryforall]

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[usefulquotes7]

[daughterofchaosstuff]

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

[purinna]

“I left her*”

[bambiali]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— unknown

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was young my dad offhandedly told me he thought people treated fish with so much casual cruelty because fish can’t scream.

The words branded themselves across my soul.

As an adult I think he may have been joking. He payed no especial attention to any indignities fish suffered in our household but I could never forget. I saw fish in a different light after that.

Fish kept in tiny bowls, breathing their own poisons, dying by inches. Fish kept in cold tanks, casually disposed of. Fish touted as being short lived when they could outlive the better loved family dog if only they could breathe. Fish casually won and discarded in cheap plastic bags, thrown away a week later.

How they would scream, if they could.