If I could pave
a road with words
I’d have reached you
a hundred times
with all my I love you’s,
but a single one
won’t get you here.
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so close
we’re getting so close
to that day again
I wonder what it
will feel like this year
I’ve been wondering
for such a long time
what it would feel like
to be over you
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poor choices
your facial hair is
a poor personal choice that
I wish you’d take back
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face it
I never let anyone
touch my face
before you.
I’ve swatted away
my own daughter’s
small, starfish hands
too many times to count
because it felt
so gross and wrong –
an intimacy meant
for someone I hadn’t
even met yet.
But when you
put your hands on my face,
stroke my cheek with your fingers,
brush my lips with your thumb,
I close my eyes
and melt into your touch.
Maybe you were made
to touch me.
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these tears
All these tears I’ve cried,
I thought they were for us, but
I guess just for me.
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