Quotes added on Saturday, February 15 2014
You were the most genuine person I
had ever met.
Your stories never altered when you recited them to new listeners, and
You would have considered yourself rotten if you ever lied.
There never came a day that you didn’t stick to your word, and
In your life, the most important thing was honesty.
I admired you for your absolute dedication to truth,
But, now I’ve learned to be terrified by it.
You told yourself that you wouldn’t speak to me again and
I repeatedly let you know that you could change your mind.
I tried my best to etch the idea into your brain but
My hand may have slipped and made each letter illegible or
I may have cut too deep. But either way,
I know you hold your promises to yourself higher than your instincts.
If one day you got bombarded by spontaneous pangs of nostalgia,
I hardly believe you would allow any memory to take control of your limbs and
Use them to dial my number or to carry your feet in my direction.
r.m.
Your stories never altered when you recited them to new listeners, and
You would have considered yourself rotten if you ever lied.
There never came a day that you didn’t stick to your word, and
In your life, the most important thing was honesty.
I admired you for your absolute dedication to truth,
But, now I’ve learned to be terrified by it.
You told yourself that you wouldn’t speak to me again and
I repeatedly let you know that you could change your mind.
I tried my best to etch the idea into your brain but
My hand may have slipped and made each letter illegible or
I may have cut too deep. But either way,
I know you hold your promises to yourself higher than your instincts.
If one day you got bombarded by spontaneous pangs of nostalgia,
I hardly believe you would allow any memory to take control of your limbs and
Use them to dial my number or to carry your feet in my direction.
r.m.
I loved you the same way
I loved my favorite book.
I spent more hours
than I could count studying you,
underlining my favorite quotations
and cherishing each of your typos
as greatly as your
magnificent metaphors and
perfectly placed punctuation.
You melted into the
grooves of my palms and
I dreamt in size twelve
times new roman.
I caressed your cover until
each tawny brown color
in your eyes had become matte,
and I opened you up and
thumbed through your pages
so often that they started to shake loose,
and eventually,
your delicate spine
split down the middle.
"My love broke you." r.m.
I loved my favorite book.
I spent more hours
than I could count studying you,
underlining my favorite quotations
and cherishing each of your typos
as greatly as your
magnificent metaphors and
perfectly placed punctuation.
You melted into the
grooves of my palms and
I dreamt in size twelve
times new roman.
I caressed your cover until
each tawny brown color
in your eyes had become matte,
and I opened you up and
thumbed through your pages
so often that they started to shake loose,
and eventually,
your delicate spine
split down the middle.
"My love broke you." r.m.
I hope her freckles swallow her
face
before you can reach her lips and
I hope all of her skinny jeans turn to steel
so you never get the chance to slip your
fingers through even a single belt loop.
I hope her hands expand to the point
where it’s impossible for you to
entangle your pinkies with hers and
I hope Ursula swims up from
the depths of the sea and captures her voice
so that she can’t beat me to whispering
“I love you”s into your hair.
r.m.
before you can reach her lips and
I hope all of her skinny jeans turn to steel
so you never get the chance to slip your
fingers through even a single belt loop.
I hope her hands expand to the point
where it’s impossible for you to
entangle your pinkies with hers and
I hope Ursula swims up from
the depths of the sea and captures her voice
so that she can’t beat me to whispering
“I love you”s into your hair.
r.m.
2.14.14
is when
he told
me he loves
me.
