#poetrylovers
“It’s not enough to
have you
in mere
stolen moments
that are
too
few
and
far
between.
I do not wish
to dip
my toes
into that
in which
I cannot
freely
wade.”
- d.c.
“Do I love him
more than I love
how much he loves me?”
- d.c.
“was it lust for him
or love for the way
you saw yourself in his eyes?”
- d.c.
“I am keenly aware
that my feelings
do not make a dent in his life,
but deep down,
in a place of twisted compassion,
I know
I wouldn’t really want them to.
So I’ll watch out the car window
with a rubber neck
as someone
who looks an awful lot like me
gets absolutely totaled;
the wailing sirens
and flashing lights
performative afterthoughts
of warning.”
- d.c.
“why does he look like morphine
but taste like pain”
- d.c.
“…and for a second there
these silly little delusions
looked to me like
big subtle breakthroughs of truth.”
- d.c.
“where did you get the nerve
to take the shape
of the feeling
i was missing”
- d.c.
“we locked into each other’s line of vision
and neither of us could deny
how the possibility of that life,
for a mere second,
broadcasted upon our lighted retinas
like a dusty, old movie projector
flickering awake
a private viewing for just us two
misbehaving strangers
sat on opposite sides of a
red velvet theatre
staring at the same panoramic screen
playing a fabricated fiction
of tempting what-ifs
and could-bes
i won’t hold it against you
if you choose not to acknowledge it aloud;
i was just as terrified to open my mouth
but as we stared,
our eyes conversed
and they disclosed
everything.”
- d.c.
“And so it goes that
some of our greatest loves will pass us by
with a fleeting gaze or graze of skin,
and we must learn to let them.
Because sometimes the people we meet
are only meant for us
to mourn.”
- d.c.
“I find I exist most authentically
somewhere between
cursive and chicken scratch—
that is to say
in written word,
not lens,
for photography fails and deceives
in so far as it tries
to contain me
in an immortalized image
whereby the eye defines me
a perceived singularity.” - d.c.
“some people will
resent you
because
you don’t give them a
reason to”
- d.c.