I don’t love you
I know that now.
Perhaps I did at first
But I’m unsure.
I’ve overthought the subject of us more than once
Concluded only this: I care for you
In a way that far exceeds love’s feebleness
And in words that are yet to even exist.
I don’t love you
I know that now.
Perhaps I did at first
But I’m unsure.
I’ve overthought the subject of us more than once
Concluded only this: I care for you
In a way that far exceeds love’s feebleness
And in words that are yet to even exist.
I don’t know the perfume of your skin
But I bet it’s some poetry
I don’t know the flavor of your lips
But I’m sure it’s sweet and savory
I don’t know the beauty of your walk
But I’m thinking rather divinely
I don’t know the shape of your love
But I’m guessing it’s extraordinary
I do know, however, the rarity of your face
And, my darling, it’s some kind of poetry
So I have this issue and
there’s no exact medical term for it.
But when I look into your eyes
I’m transported to a place where
it always rains sunshine.
And maybe that doesn’t sound like an issue.
But when I really, really miss you
it feels like some incurable disease
akin to an elephant using my chest as a scale
or a vampire sucking my soul through a straw.
So yeah, I have this issue, I think
where I fall deeper in love
with you every nanosecond.
And maybe you have it, too?
Your love was something like a butterfly:
Beautiful one day
Dead the next.
You make
all the other
fish in the sea
look like sharks.
So maybe I won’t be your
good morning or good night
Maybe I won’t be able to
bake you that birthday cake from scratch
or massage your favorite oil
into your hair or even paint your toenails
your favorite shade of sea green.
And maybe we won’t be able to cry together
or hold each other’s hands delicately, tenderly, tightly
when it really matters—when it really counts
Because maybe love doesn’t conquer everything
and that’s the real lesson, the real truth
hidden beneath our utopian relationship
But you know what?
I still believe our love has no half-life.
I grew up down the street
From a seminary
A very spacious place
Sprawling buildings
Acres of green
Fences all around and tennis courts
Something almost like a fairy tale
But that’s not really the point
I’m about to go there now
Not to admire the beauty
But to enlist my soul
To another kind of heavenly devotion
This might sound trite
But if I can’t have you
I’d prefer to stay unloved
How could I ever move on
With anyone who doesn’t
Have your name?
Your face?
Your voice?
I swear, only God could compare.
[Verse 1]
I was torn in two
When you left that day
Was I forcing you
To always stay?
I had no clue
You would run away
Is there another one
Or another day?
[Chorus]
Your throne is empty
But I still got your crown
Your throne is empty
But I’m waiting around
Your throne is empty
But I’m staying in town
Just in case
You come back around
[Verse 2]
We were split in two
When you left that day
Were you thinking you
Always had to stay?
You must’ve had a clue
You could walk away
You didn’t have to
Run away
[Chorus]
Your throne is empty
But I still got your crown
Your throne is empty
But I’m waiting around
Your throne is empty
But I’m staying in town
Just in case
You come back around
Just in case
You come back around (4x)
[Ad lib]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Oh, oh, oh!
[Instrumental Outro]
I’ve never really, really shared the truth of
How much I miss you when you’re absent
Because it couldn’t ever fit the length of a text:
The space needed is the size of an encyclopedia
If you knew my girl
you’d never have to
fake a smile.
If you heard her speak
you’d swear she was singing
a hymn.
If you watched
her dance you’d forget
to blink.
Just reading a poem
about her might make
you swoon.
If you knew my girl
you would fall and
never land.
I still can’t land
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
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through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
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