When I planned this out
I thought maybe I would have to stand on something like the hood of my car or a dumpster or anything elevating like a metaphor for how elated I feel or for a little more momentum to make this moment memorable.
I talk with my hands a lot when I'm nervous I can't help thinking I don't deserve this or you.
When I planned this I thought I would have to wait for the right moment to project it
but I've kept you waiting and my hands were shaking the whole time I couldn't use sign language if I knew how, but now I want to learn a few signs for you,
Because I talk with my hands when I'm nervous,
and this moment can't be anymore right because you are right here, so sorry for keeping you waiting. You are worth this plan I've made and more like a metaphor for why I'm standing up here talking nervously with wild gesticulations like the first night I made a move, again, I'm sorry I kept you waiting and I'm talking in circles again so I think its time for me to come down, and stop planning everything out.
YOU ARE READING
Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
