04-09-2020, 06:09 AM
I whispered into his mouth.
Leaning to kiss him, to feel him. To know and be known.
And when I said it, I meant it.
I broke the kiss, saying those words again,
As if it wasn't hard, as if I would never stop,
Could never stop saying them.
I remember repeating myself,
"I love you. I love you, I love you, Iloveyou."
As though if I stopped, my words would become lies.
As if my words could show the enormity of it.
As if I could tell him how much those words meant, just by repeating them.
But then, (like all things do) it ended.
That's all the poem I see. What do you think? Tell me, and I'll come back and tell you if I think anything else.
Leaning to kiss him, to feel him. To know and be known.
And when I said it, I meant it.
I broke the kiss, saying those words again,
As if it wasn't hard, as if I would never stop,
Could never stop saying them.
I remember repeating myself,
"I love you. I love you, I love you, Iloveyou."
As though if I stopped, my words would become lies.
As if my words could show the enormity of it.
As if I could tell him how much those words meant, just by repeating them.
But then, (like all things do) it ended.
That's all the poem I see. What do you think? Tell me, and I'll come back and tell you if I think anything else.