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read this book, she said
but i discovered my favorite author
in the unmetered lines of your poetry
and the rattling, flowng phrase of your prose
despite their urgings
i found love inside of your arms
and beneath your gaze
which sometimes fell to the floor
as i let you down,
again
again
agan
only for your hands to pick me up again
and i knew i loved you
i know i love you
but i get scared
and you’re understanding
no matter what you say
i want to keep us this way
where you are so close to me
and i’m not far from you
and while we grow closer to each other
we find ourselves growing closer to ourselves
i pay no attention
to any warning signs
just drive fast
like the speed limit is a speed suggestion
you could be beautiful
you could be disgusting
but so could i.
and maybe you’re disgustingly beautiful
or beautifully disgusting
maybe we’re on oxymoron
but that’s all in the language.
there are no words to describe you
:you contrast with the ugliness of the world.