poetry

❝ i say i want to write poetry and by that i mean i want to write about love and so i open a blank page and i begin and all that spills out is everything but love, is the absence of it, is the yearning for it, is the remembrance of it, is all the places it used to be and all the ways it used to taste and all the ways i held it close and every way and every time that i let it go or i lost it or it left me.

i say i want to write poetry and by that i mean i want to write about love as it is now, right now, but i can’t, i can’t, because it’s never here, it’s something i had and something i want, something gone and something coming. it’s not for now, it’s not for here, it’s not for this, it’s too big for all that, it’s only visible, only tangible, in hindsight and in headlights.

i say i want to write poetry and by that i mean i want to write about love, but right here, right now, it’s something simultaneously flying away and flying toward me, and by that i mean i am always waiting and always looking back at it long gone by. ❞

— i say i want to write poetry and by that i mean i want to write about love and by that i mean i will always be wanting to write about love and by that i mean love is all that’s left