For Logan

For Logan

A Poem by Fairieswithscales
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Because I love you and I’m sorry

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I’m not always the nicest person
And patience is the hand you outstretch towards me
I wouldn’t consider myself mentally unstable
More like emotionally flexible
This you know about me very well

I’ve been told that I’m overly sensitive and feel too much
I am a pisces, which means my heart is made of water
I have no shape on my own but take that of my surroundings

I am either calm seas or tidal waves
And  usually drowning in between
I don’t know what grey is
I only know extremes
 
You are a gemini born from the air
with a mind that matches your logic is clear
But my thoughts flourish on opposite planes
where sometimes we’re too far for me to be near
 
I am fluid movement and coloring outside the lines
You are sturdy and strong but not dictionary defined
when you lie on top of me, We burn hot or blister cold
 
your touch makes me
soft waves under the summer sun
but our aggression turns us
to frostbitten hearts when winter comes
 
despite our storms
you are my magnetic pole
so my compass always points north
keeping me whole
 
In the card game of our romance it is hard for you to trust me
My poker face is still and sometimes I raise your “ I love you” with an “I hate you”

I am impulsive
Its no excuse
And you feel butchered by the sharp knives of my words
You say I am controlled by what I feel
So I am lucky to have someone as
Durable as you

Your stab wounds turn to callouses
And still you’re holding me
even when I am fists tossing blindly in the waves of myself
 
I am a fairy ,
You are hands big enough to carry the weight of my sadness
You are palms rough enough to reveal my truths, Even when I still wish to be blind

The pad of your thumb is soft so I can lay my head down and rest
Filling the cracks of your skin with the tears of my past as I cry myself to sleep in your hands

Your finger prints are whorls because you strive for independence
You are the earthquake and the stable foundation
Even when your fault lines open up, you still catch me when I fall
 
I see you
They say eyes are the gateway to the soul
And Your eyes are beautiful
 
You say “theyre just brown”
I reply “no” they’re honey brown with a hint of red
Red like the fire inside you that’s fueled by charisma and burns chapter books of ideas you cant stop writing
You heat me up like a fever I cant sweat out
Burning up all the bad that tries to get in
 
Your eyes
They’re honey brown
With a shade of yellow
Yellow like the sun that wishes to give life
Because your heart is made of gold and all you want is the best for all
 
your eyes are not muddy because your mind is clear
you speak food for thought
without preservatives or added sugars
you are blunt with a sharp tongue
making strong around you what is weak
because sometimes tough love is all I need
 
rings wrap round your pupils like trees
whose bodies have been butchered down to the stumps
where the beauty of life was hiding the glowing wisdon
that could only be seen after destruction prevailed

You are rooted to the earth: grounded 
Just strong enough to hold the balloon of myself down 
But always lifting me up so my head can linger in the clouds 

They say water is healing because it cleanses
And baby your skin smells like a fresh river 
When I drink you with all your broken Perrfections 
Forget quenching my thirst you quench my soul 

If I were to call you an animal I'd say you were a wolf 
Your smile is mischievous And sly
While your eyes stay determined 
As you stalk your dreams until you devour them like the first prey of spring

I tell you all this 
Because three little words don't do it justice
Because sometimes less is not more
You once said words are the most dangerous weapon
And coming from me you’re not wrong
But words are also every color of god
I paint our life on the canvas of my heart with every shade of your personality
So when you touch my heart
You can hear it beating
the paintbrush melody of
My I love you

© 2017 Fairieswithscales


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Logan sure is a lucky man.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Added on December 30, 2017
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Hi I’m Emily im 25 I used to write all the time but now i'm a full time worker and mommy so finding the time and inspiration has been difficult, but I have little poetry vents and stories to .. more..

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