Valentine's personally is my least favorite day of the year. I mean I'm 20 and haven't ever had a valentine on Valentine's day...but I know one day I will and I will understand what the fuss is about on this day. But for now, the following is a poem by Rudy Francisco (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR1_2lFXJI4) And even though my "love life" is incredibly complicated right now...this poem always manages to put a smile on my face and hopefully one of you will find it does the same.
I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex-girlfriends name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. I’m going to be honest, y’all I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp just to show me how painful love can be. And some times my pencils break just to prove to me that sometimes love takes a little more work than you planned. I heard that love is blind so I write all my poems in braille. And my poems are never actually finished because I true love is endless. See I’ve always believed that real love is sorta like a supermodel before she’s airbrushed. It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended. I’m gonna be honest though I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, I swear that my first poem it would be about you. About that I learned to love you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike...scared. But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so that my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I would write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window. See I’ve written like a million poems hoping that some how maybe someway you would jump out of the page and be closer to me. Because if you were here with me right now I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to. Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the pacific ocean. I want to drink the sunlight in your skin. Yo if I was a love poet, I would write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful even on days when everything around you is ugly. You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they’re like violin strings that play symphonies every time that you blink. If I was a love poet I would write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture. Every time that I hear the vibration in your voice or whenever I see your name on the caller id my heart plays hopscotch inside of my chest. It climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again. I know this sounds strange but I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs just so I would never have to spend an entire day without you. But I swear I’m not a love poet, but if I were to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem, it would be about you. And after all of that she was like, “So how do you feel about me?” And I said lets put it like this. I want to be your ex-boyfriends stuntman. I want to do every things that he never had the courage to do like trust you. I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life. And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so that you can be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart be the base line and we would create the greatest love song of all time whenever we stand next to each other. Love, I was the only one made for you and you can be At Last by Etta James. And I’ll be ooh child when you’re in pain and you can be candy coated drops of rain even though it never rains in Southern California. And together we can be music. And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend I’ll say no, she’s my musician. And me, I’m her favorite song.
The bold parts are some of my favorite lines. Anyway I'll have a new beauty blog for you tomorrow!! Thanks for reading! xoxo
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