A Poem for the Romantics

Recently I’ve been battling a lot. Mother’s Day is always a rough week for me. (That’ll be my next post, stay tuned.) Feeling a little down in the corner of your heart tends to spread to the rest of you. So in honor of combating The Creeping Sad, I’ve found an expression of love that we all have to love. Let it encourage you. I’m not one for poetry. I hated writing them in school. But an expression like this is just so amazing.

Enjoy dahlings…

If you don’t want to watch I have the trascript below.

(I should note, I wrote this out hitting enter with each pause he made. Enjoy)

 

To the girl who works at starbucks

down the street from my house on Del Mar Heights:

Swear to God I’m not a stalker.

When I asked you for a chai latte,

what I mean to say was

I was walking past

I saw you in the window

I came in here because I just

I just had to know what your voice sounded like

instead of saying that I got really nervous and ordered the first thing on the menu

I don’t even know what chai is

or a latte for that matter

I imagine that when God made you I bet he cussed for the first time

turned to an Angel

gave him a high-five

and said God damn I’m good

you are that beautiful

I spent the last 3 days trying to figure out how

I’m going to introduce myself to you properly.

I finally figured it out it’s going to be something like

HI

That’s all I got so far

but I think it’s a good start

I’m gonna be honest

It’s not often that I find myself eager to write about love

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.

I heard that “love is blind” so I write all my poems in Braille

And my poems never actually finish because true love is endless.

I’ve always believed that real love is kind of like a supermodel before she’s airbrushed

It’s pure and imperfect just the way that god intended

I’m gonna be honest, I’m not much of a love poet

But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I was really gonna write about love

My first poem

would be about you

About how I loved you the same way 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

I’m gonna be honest

I’m not much of a love poet.

But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud

and reflection in every window

you see I’ve written a million poems

hoping that somehow

hoping that some way

maybe you’ll jump out of the page

and be closer to me

because if you were right now,

I would massage your back

until you skin sings songs that your lips

don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name

and you smile like the Pacific Ocean

and I wat to 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.

I’d write about your eyelashes

and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies

every time you blink.

If I was a love poet I’d write about how I

melt in front of you like an ice sculpture

ever time I hear the vibration of your voice and

whenever I see you name on the caller ID

my heart 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 is gonna sound weird but sometimes

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

But I swear

I’m usually not a love poet

But if i was to wake up tomorrow morning

and decide that I was to write

About

love

My first poem

Would be about you

After all of that she was like “But how do you feel about me?”

And I said, “We’ll put it like this: I

want to be your ex- boyfriend’s stuntman,

I want to do everything he had the courage to do like

trust you

I swear

That when our lips touch I can taste the next 60 years of my life

See last night

I had a dream

In this particular dream

I died in my dreams

Awoke not knowing i was still asleep and decided to walk

You see that night i walked in my sleep.

I slept in my walk

I walked backwards until I saw you for the first time

And i could barely muster the courage to introduce myself all over again

you see I’ve been trying to find the right words

I’ve been trying to take the right steps

– what seems to me like like thousands of years but something

see something always seems to go wrong between us.

We live in Egypt

I was the pharaoh’s slave,

you were his daughter,

loving you led to my death.

They claimed i seduced you

and after they stole my life

I was resurrected as a mason.

I made the foundation for your house.

We met eyes for two seconds.

You left and I didn’t see you again until I died.

I came back as a caterpillar,

I turned into a butterfly,

I landed in the palm of your hands.

You brushed me away

and the rejection killed me.

When I awoke I was a kick drum

you were a snare.

We were both owned my this drummer names Cox COle

and when he died, so did we.

but I came back just to look for you.

I left notes in random places,

hoping that you would stumble across them.

I carved out names in trees

and then prayed that it would jog your memory.

I whispered your name in the wind

hoping somehow

maybe some way

my voice would reach you

but it didn’t and i died.

I died early.

I died young with bread crumbs

in my hands just hoping that you would find me

but you never did

so they buried me

when they did they put these coins over my eyes

and I used them as bus fare to get back to earth

just so i could look for you

That’s why.

Sometimes when we hold hands

every so often

I hold on a little too tight

I just don’t want to lose you again

My mother told me, when you find the perfect woman

You gotta do whatever it takes to make sure she stays next to you
OH MY

Love&Hugs

The Mild Millennial

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