THE TRUTHS WE ARE TOLD
Between the healing exclamations from loved ones and the whirling whispers of those who would rather us gone, there is a sweet spot: a place that only what we remind ourselves to remember, exists. And Poetry is no exception.
it is because i love you I think it is because I love you. Have you ever wanted something so deeply, so passionately, so fearlessly That it becomes the very reason and excuse to breathe That it governs every compass directing you That it possess each nation within That the wars that possess you, seem to gravitate toward the same victory And nothing, yet everything can stop it? I think it is because I love... I love as if rolling oceans, crashing into the shore Inseparable like the sands that rise and fall with each wave engraved like the lovers initials traced with a stick and lined with stones Everything encircling this emotion, like seagulls searching for prey The air gliding beneath their wings, keeping true to its definition; quiet continuous motion I think it is because I.... I’m tired of holding in what I so naturally need to let out As if mute, but with a thousand thoughts a million memories, that play over and over a billion faces, and all I ever need to see is yours, one and all quite spectacularly due to the terrifying fact that I think it is because I love you.