🔵 By Alina Click. Photo by lauragrafie.
This poem is
about light.
Becos’
all light is love.
There’s very few people I’ve met;
I’ve met some dark, strange,
hard figures,
all without their own story.
Like me,
maybe they weren’t always
so hardened,
so stone,
so changed from
the things we’ve seen.
From the lives we’ve lived.
I wasn’t always so loveless.
like this.
I believe an entire lifetime.
Since I knew what love
was,
in every form.
Seeing what has become of
my beautiful love.
What has become of the
beautiful people,
who I loved so much.
Who I loved so deeply.
WHAT of that love?
Well,
I’ll tell you.
Most of that love,
ended up dying.
Literally going to the grave.
Some love ended being
TOTAL FAKE.
Never real.
The whole speel was
A FUGAZI.
I have also been a murderer of love.
And love in friendships
was never
something
I ever put energy in
‘Cos they leave anyway.
This poem is about
your smile
and how you smile with
your eyes.
How there’s a mischieveous
look about them.
But when you smile,
the room is so warm.
I can tell you barely smile.
You should do it more.
This poem is about how I
love the sound
of your voice.
How when you speak,
I instantly command myself silent.
Not wanting to miss one beat.
One note.
One memory.
Or one story
of yours that you’ve
cracked open your chest
to share.
I want to hear your story.
What all happened
from then to here.
Your tears are love,
they’re light
I see you shed them
quickly wiping them away.
You feel enough to share your tears.
You feel open and safe,
to allow us to see that.
That’s love.
That is light.
This poem is about you.
In all your darkness,
I see your light bursting
through.
I feel the light you bring
as you walk in this room.