Love Poem Medley by Rudy Francisco
I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak, and then suck my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure that she never comes up in our conversations.
I’m gonna be honest: I’m not really a love poet. In fact every time I try to write about love, my hands cramp just to show me how painful love can be. Sometimes my pencils break just to prove to me that every now and then, love takes a little more work than you planned.
See I heard that love is blind, so I write all my poems in braille. My poems are never actually finished, because true love is endless. See I’ve always believed real love – it’s kind of like a supermodel before she’s airbrushed. It’s pure and imperfect – just the way that God intended.
See I’m gonna be honest though – I’m not a love poet. If I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, I swear that my first poem – it would be about you. About how I love you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike – scared but reckless. With no training wheels or elbow pads, so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see I’m not really a love poet but if I was, I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window. You see I’ve written like a million poems – hoping that somehow, maybe some way, you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me. Because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to. Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name. You smile like the Pacific Ocean. I wanna drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful – even on days when everything around you is ugly. You see I’d write about your eyelashes, and how they’re like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.
If I was a love poet, I’d write about how I’d melt in front of you like an ice sculpture. Every time I hear the vibration in your voice or whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart – it plays hopscotch inside of my chest. It climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars, and I feel like a child all over again. I know this sounds strange, but every now and then, I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs just so I would never have to spend an entire day without you.
I swear I’m not a love poet, but if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem – it would be about you. After all of that, she was like, “So how do you feel about me?”
I said, “Let’s put it like this: I wanna be your ex-boyfriend’s stuntman. I wanna do everything that he never had the courage to do like trust you. I swear that when our lips touch, I can taste the next sixty years of my life. Some days I wanna swallow stacks of your pictures, just so you can be part of me for a little bit longer. If I could I would sample your smile, and then I would let my heartbeat do the baseline. We would create the greatest love song of all time whenever we stand next to each other. Love, I was the only one made for you. You can be ‘At Last’ by Etta James. I’ll be, ‘Oh child when you’re in pain, or you can be candy-coated drops of rain,’ even though it never rains in southern California. Together we could be music. When my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say no. She is my musician, and me, I’m her favorite song.”
Automatic reblog everytime I see this.
(via misscy)
If I was a Love Poet I want you...bite my lip until I can no longer speak And then suck my...
Now that, was pretty legit. O_o
damn…i kinda wanna learn this
Love Poem Medley by Rudy Francisco I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak, and then suck my...