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Love Like Me
Why don't you love me like I love you?
With the tenderness of raw steak,
With the horns of a bull sharpened to points on a flower stem,
With the herd of butterflies that reside in my stomach,
Why don't you love me like I love you?
With the same back and forth motion of the waves that kiss the shore,
As sure as the sun will rise and that it always seems to snow on my birthday.
Why can't you love me like I love you?
Slowly like a baby's first steps as he holds on tight to the coffee table,
Faster than my first roller coaster with the same amount of frightened anticipation.
With the respect and fear a sailor holds in his heart for the sea.
Why can you not seem to love like me?
This hit home, so hard. What
This hit home, so hard. What an amazing write. You just said everything I've ever felt. Thank you.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
Thank you, very, very much.
Thank you, very, very much. For reading and commenting and understanding. It's one of the most tragic and beautiful things about poetry, that there are people out there who understand the written word as if they wrote it themselves.
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.
I absolutely love this! It
I absolutely love this! It captured my attention & the ending line was perfect for this poem. Very good
-Destinee
Thank you! This one really
Thank you! This one really flowed out and I am glad you enjoyed it enough to comment!
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.