Since I was 16
I chose to collect words
loving the way each syllable was a kiss,
each alphabet a degree of warmth
weaving a sweater that suited every weather.
A fashion statement nobody could defy
for it held their favorite word
before their beseeching eyes.
One day I began to incessantly burn
after I stumbled upon a new word
So I stepped into the flames and never looked back.
See it felt like a prayer, this word I found
Despite my oblivion towards God
I was willing to believe it held hope
Nothing else had so far.
Your life an epoch, I agreed to disagree
that a human’s soul was innocuous
Positive that yours was bona fide magic.
Emotions heightened, I no longer felt
sad, content, annoyed or bored
rather crestfallen, felicitated, livid, tiresome
and most importantly, I felt you
in every heartbeat I chose to skip, gesundheit
every cheese fondue dipped lyric,
omnipresent was your essence, I was craving your presence.
repetition leads to falsified obsession
Although I swore to you the utmost devotion
‘You’ was never good enough
I pushed you on a throne you were willing to give up
The word felt like a winter morning
on the way to my funeral
You decided your sweater didn’t need ‘me’
I agreed that our sweaters would never weave a ‘we’
And soon your three letters felt too less
One syllable too compressed
I couldn’t stand how it all
came down to
So off I went
in search of a word that meant something new.
(Although in each one I’m trying to find someone
who’s just like you)