You’re not you, not for them. You are a plot device- the stranger they had to push aside that Monday morning, just after they were done breaking up with their boyfriends for the tenth time that year, and hurrying to reach their workplace. You are that annoying coworker who took a day off marauding with their friends, while his son was home awaiting blood test reports because he threw up at school last Wednesday morning. You are that team mate who didn’t work, and let her down again, and you are that waitress who messed up his order when he didn’t have anything good happening in life, except those delicious waffles he’d ordered. You are that man who took up his seat on public transport, making him stand all the way on the two hour commute. You are a plot device, an antagonist in that page of their daily diary. You’re the reason they missed that train, that interview, that job, that life.
But you are so much more. You are the ink behind my poetry, and the reason I believe in love. You are the essence of your father’s life, and the breath of your mother’s soul. Yours is the image that pops into your sister’s head when she needs courage, and you are your brother’s hero. Yours are the arms I crave when I have a bad day, and yours are the thoughts that count. Yours is the story that matters and yours are the caresses that linger. You are the rust, the dust, and the stardust. You are the dream through which I sleep smiling. You are the solid ground, and the winter sun. You are the crisp red autumn leaves, and the green spring fruit. You are you, for us- the hero of our lives.
This one is for Augustus and Hazel- because you gave me forever within the numbered days and I’m grateful.
Living is a side-effect of dying
And pain demands to be felt
You leave me forever crying
Demanding to be held.
I am in love with you, Hazel Grace,
And it’s the nature of stars to cross
Life with a harmatia is bittersweet to taste
To not outlive you is my greatest loss.
Of Amsterdam and last wishes
Swing-sets and the Heart of Jesus
Unsmoked cigarettes and speeding cars
Nothing but the fault in our stars
Your unfathomable thoughts; making love in May
Living in the moment, laughing at the way we are
Because you gave me a forever within the numbered days
And it’s nothing but the fault in our stars
Valentine’s Week Challenge: Seven Poems in Seven Days
Day Five: An Original Inspired by The Fault in our stars by John Green.
I know this isn’t half as good as the others, but I kind of wrote it with a tune in my head. But anyway, let me know what you think.
Hey you! You with the electric smile
Every time I look at you, I can’t breathe
And that tinkering sound of your laughter
Yes you! You make my heart pound.
Hey you! You with the miraculous eyes
Every time you look at me, I can’t stop smiling
And that lingering smell of your cologne
Yes you! You leave me clueless
Hey you! You who loves reading
Every time you talk to me, I can’t stop stuttering
And you love the same things as me
Yes you! You make me feel hopeless.
Hey you! You with your mesmerizing touch
Every time your hands accidently brushes mine, I go numb
And you make me smile for no particular reason
Yeah you! You make me loose myself in my dreams
Hey you! You with your dreamy wishes
Every time you wish me a good day, I have the best possible day
Remember the first time we spoke?
Yeah you! You make me want to marry you all over again.
Inspired by nothing in particular. But the episode with Barney and Robin’s rehearsal dinner might have a little to do with the last bit. Hope you enjoyed it.