I knew exactly what love looked like, in seventh grade Even though I hadn’t met love yet. If love had wondered into my home room I would have recognized him, at first glance Love wore a hemp necklace I would have recognized her at first glance Love wore a tight French braid Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favourite Beetle’s songs Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong classrooms Just must be checking the wrong hallways She was there, I was sure of it If only I could find him But when love finally showed up She had a bald cut He wore the same clothes everyday for a week Love hated the bus Love didn’t know anything about the Beetles Instead, every time I tried to kiss love, our teeth got in the way Love became the reason I lied to my parents “I’m going to… Ben’s house” Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor But made sure we never missed a slow song Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father answered, it would be “Hello (heavy breathing), hello (heavy breathing). I guess they hung up” And Love grew, stretched. Like a trampoline. Love changed, Love disappeared. Slowly, like baby teeth Loosing parts of me I thought I needed Love vanished, like an ammature magician Everybody could see the trap door, but me Like a flat tire There were other places I had planned on going But my plans didn’t matter Love stayed away for years And when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him Love smelt different now Had darker eyes, a broader back Like came with freckles I didn’t recognize New birth marks, a softer voice Now there were new sleeping patterns. New favourite books Love had songs that reminded him of someone else Songs Love didn’t like to listen to So did I But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly We found jokes that make us laugh And now Love makes me fresh home-made chocolate-chip cookies Even though Love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack Love looks great in langere But still likes to wear her retainers Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator Love knows where she’s going It just might take her two hours to longer than she planned Love is messier now Love is simple Love uses the word ‘boobs’ in front of my parents Love chews too loudly Love leaves the cap of the toothpaiste Love uses smiley faces in her text messages And turns out… Love shits But Love also cries And Love will tell you “You are beautiful” And mean it, over and over again You are beautiful When you first wake up You are beautiful When you’ve just been crying You are beautiful When you don’t want to hear it You are beautiful When you don’t believe it You are beautiful When nobody else will tell you You are beautiful And Love still thinks….. You are beautiful But Love is not perfect and will sometimes forget When you need to hear it most You are beautiful Do not forget this Love is not who you were expecting Love is not what you can predict Maybe Love is in New York City, already asleep You are in California, Australia, wide awake Maybe Love is always in the wrong time zone Maybe Love is not ready for you Maybe you are not ready for Love Maybe Love just isn’t the marrying type Maybe the next time you see Love is 20 years after the divorce Love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remember Maybe love is only there for a month Maybe Love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit Maybe love stays Maybe Love can’t Maybe Love shouldn’t Love arrives as exactly when Love is supposed to And Love leaves exactly when Love must When Love arrives say “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable” If Love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her Turn off the music, listen to the quiet Whisper “Thank you for stopping by” - Sarah Kay and Phillip Kaye
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 21:28:59 +0000
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