Another Green World
or, The Great Gatsby Is Not Romantic, But I Am
the worlds a little blurry and i see you at yr best
i love you
like i love myself
not a lot of things matter when i look at you
through the bottom of an empty bourbon bottle
the worlds a little blurry and i see you at yr best
you like to paint portraits of us
in places weve never been
its not real but i love the way you see us
i learned sign language to find more ways to say i love you
i cant sign my own name
yr paintings are like monet on cocaine
the world a little blurry and i see you at yr best
you leave me notes on the nightstand
tucked beneath the vase
the flowers are always dead
you never sign yr name
i hate yr handwriting
and yr job and deodorant and parents
i love how you drive and how you dress like madame curie
yr silliness and synesthesia
you close yr eyes when i kiss you
holding yr breath between my lips
my love becomes a physical thing
you look at me and i say the words
and the air around us turns green
here and now is everything
life and experience and galaxies of love all shrunk to the head of a pin
ours for the taking
the worlds a little blurry
but i see you and you see me
About the Creator
Eric Jackson
I want to tell you a story, but I don't know how it ends because I'm still writing it.
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