I Don’t Know How (I Love You)

I sit here
searching for the words that will penetrate your heart, but
love poems remain on the
list of things I wish I was good at.
here I am, stringing together the
thoughts that have been
roaming my mind since my eyes first found

I spent most of my life
burying every fairy tale
ending of true
love’s kiss while
craving the touch that would send me into
space. There were
dungeons inside of me that I was sure
no one could bear.
You unlocked
the doors to my darkest rooms without
fearing the ghosts that

Fast forward four years and
I can’t look into your eyes
without my heart reaching to
hold you.
Our futures tangled and knotted
together in our pockets.
There were no blueprints, no
outlines, but we can now see the yellow brick road
leading us to painting the walls in our
living room and filling
bookshelves and
photo albums and sleeping in
late because my arms
dread the emptiness that comes when
you are not near.

My imagination rewrites our
future as many times as it can,
outcomes so elaborate and
varying, but it can’t seem to
forget that your name is
written on the walls of my heart with
permanent marker.
With every beat, I am reminded that
will never

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Nic Rasmussen

A Brooklyn-based poet who has a lot of feelings and writes about them quite often.

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