When I look at you, I feel as useless as hope after victory
Like a Revolution performing revolutions
I feel like things which are like other things
Similes are silly
and metaphors just don't alliterate
I feel illiterate,
dedicating words to you
And yet I document faithfully my failings
I love you like a tangent loves contact
Even if we never meet again,
I'm willing to define my existence
by that one moment
I love you like knots love wasting time
Our fingers do end up intertwined for hours
I love you more than I love inappropriate metaphors and abrupt
endings.
and that is why we won't.
I just know it.
Besides the knot metaphor I mentioned in class, I love the part about feeling illiterate but still being compelled to speak/write. A very identifiable situation and feeling. We hope, even when we know it's futile.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line from this piece has to be (as I also mentioned in class also),'I love you like knots love wasting time'. Can totally resonate with your poem.
ReplyDeleteI love you like UrbanClap loves furniture,
ReplyDeleteWood from akhrot tree...