butterflies fly away
like the ones you gave me
in my stomach
maybe that is why
you never come around
anymore.
i wanted every day
to be like the day
i met you
and spend every moment
on your lap
and kiss your forehead
because god
you are so beautiful.
but you took flight
from my fingertips
and you evade my grasp
and i chase the feeling
of your hands around my neck
with your words and songs
and the tears i taste
on the tip of my tongue.
i wanted to love you
every day
but the kind of love i have
only comes on Sundays
because it consumes you
until there is nothing else left.
i am too much
so i only love you
on the weekends.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylor5 days ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Wow! The ending is so perfect! This is beautiful 🤍
Powerful!
This was so poignant and relatable as well! I loved it!
Oh the ephemeral feeling of a fleeting love 😳 this was so well done