"Three Years.
Three years and I still cannot understand the way I feel about you.
Three years and I still remember the look on your face as you told me
And what I can imagine looked a cross between shock and disbelief on mine.
Three years and seven poems,
Each one worse than the last and I'm still no closer to the answer.
I don't even remember what the question is anymore
It's played for so long on my lips
Distorted words, empty letters, vowels and consonances jumbled together.
In fact it's been 1097 days.
Yes I remember. The exact date. The day you told me.
1097 days and I still love the way you laugh,
Love the way your voice sounds when you speak, read me
Beowulf, the Bible, the Phone Book: I'll listen to it all.
1097 days and on day 1095 in a semi-conscious state it was your arms I craved
Curled around me like the question I still can't answer.
It's been three years and my eyes still run the line of your jaw, the edge of your smile, the curve of your arms that are
waiting.
Always waiting.
As if I belong curled in them as the answer."
-Bella Pattinson
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PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
