The plan was to play hard to get, that’s right-
I wasn’t just gonna go given’ myself away
I’m no easy catch,
can you really see me in fishnets?
I always find myself slippin’ out the holes, swimmin’ back out to sea.
I’d never been anybody’s sushi roll.
But she, has lips like wasabi,
my eyes water every time we kiss,
makes me wish we had a porch swing and a little home.
Makes me wish I could right wrongs, instead of poems.
The heart is a bullet that’s terrified of blood.
Love is a windshield wiper in a hurricane; nothing is ever clear.
You mistake her name for the moon, mistake porchlights for the stars and sometimes,
Her constalliations lead me home, ten thousand shades of open.
And if there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure is that this girl is gonna crush me like a small bug.
Leave me so frickin’ broken there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from nights I cried so hard the stars died,
But I’m like, go ahead,
I’m all yours.
I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm ‘cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.
I’m not lookin’ for someone who can save me.
Liferafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I’ve got places I wanna go,
So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems
you will burn someday.
The most fertile lands were built by the hands of volcanoes,
and I wanna know what grows beneath the drone of Hallmark and roses,
I want your goodbye to feel like explosives,
Your lips, a burning building without fire escapes,
Your hips, the gates of hell if I know if heaven exists,
But this will do just fine,
I wanna feel you like lifelines on the palms of Jesus when the nails went through.
Is that really, really creepy?
Just in case it is, let me also say I want you sleepy-eyed in the morning,
Waking at my side like a warm summer sky born from so much softness the horizon cries every time nightfall comes to take you.
Let me also say I wanna make you sandwhiches,
And peanut butter cookies,
Though, the truth is peanut butter is actually really bad for you ‘cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields to clean the toxins out of the soil,
But hey, you like peanut butter and I like you.
Let me also say I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous than you were that night.
The moon, bending through the window blinds, I told time by the light casting shadows across your face while you told me this story,
“My grandparents were married for 63 years. On the day my grandfather died he laid in bed and said nothing but “love, love, love love” then he puckered his lips and kissed my grandmother for the last time.”
Love, love, love, love is like sunshine:
Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there.
I wanna know that I’m here, every single part of me,
My heart, open as the river’s eyes the first time it sees the ocean,
My god, look at those waves!
Listen to that thundering tide!
Can you imagine anything more frightening?
Can you imagine anything,
– Andrea Gibson.