I Didn't Write This One

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"I want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket,
that conveys the importance of you.
To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams.
I want all the possibilities of you in writing.
I want to give you your reflection, I want your eyes on me,
I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there,
and I want everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me.
I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone.
I want, I want so much I'm breathless.
I want to put my power into a poem
to burn a hole in your pocket so I can sew it.
I want my words to scream through you.
I want the poem not to mean that much.
And I want to contradict myself by accident,
and for you to know what I mean.
I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close,
I want endless days when it's day and, nighttime never to end when it's night.
I want all the seasons in one day.
I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us.
I want water up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain,
up to our ankles with holes in our shoes.
I want to think your thoughts because they're mine.
I want only what's urgent with you.
I want to get in the way of the barriers and
I want you to be a tough guy when you're supposed to,
like you do already, when you're supposed to.
And I want you to be tender, like you do already.
And I want us to have met for a reason and
I want that reason to be important.
And I want it to be bigger than us,
I want it to take over us.
I want to forget. I want to remember us.
And when you say you love me
I don't want to think you really mean New York City,
and all the fun we have in it.
And I want your smile always, and your grimaces too.
I want your scar on my lips,
and I want your disappointments in my heart.
I want your strength in my soul and I want your soul in my eyes.
I want to believe everything you say, and I do.
And I want you to tell me what's best when I don't know.
And when you're lost I want to find you.
And when you're weary, I want to give you steeples
and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams.
I want to drag you from the darkness
and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us... and..."

-chelsea walls

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