poetry
untitled
We try to mold this perfect life
Pushing the clay every which way trying to make it fit
But a section is missing
We search for the perfect love to fill the hole
Getting hopeful every time we talk to someone
Only to be disappointed again and again
Then there’s that one time
Where it feels like the stars are aligned
And you cannot wait for the adventures to come
But they never do
You are forced to face the cold icy touch of love again
The kind of love that is not portrayed in movies
That no one tell you about
The clay slips from your fingers
And plummets to the floor
Just as your heart did
And you question everything
With no hope left
Drying and crumbling apart
Never to be rebuilt
Never to be restored
Never to love
[insert name here]
[Insert name here with descriptive (probably alliterative) adjective]
I love you [insert wanted number of so’s here] much
Something about the color of their eyes (because that’s original)
Something about their hair (probably about how it’s just so beautiful)
Something about how they make you feel (because nothing could ever match it...if you are disregarding chicken nuggets)
Something trite about how there is no one else like them (because of how if there is over 7 billion people on the planet there is just no way that anyone could ever be like them)
Something about how you just can’t imagine how you would live without them
Something about how you just can’t describe how much you love them
I love you (probably repeated so many times it has no value anymore)
Something about how will never leave their side (despite how fast you would walk out the door if they did something weird like decide they want to to get the record for the longest toe nails ever)
And probably something about just how much you love them (just for good measure)