- to the girl who works at Starbucks down the street from my house on Del Mar Heights Road. Swear to God. I'm not a stalker
That's the title
When I asked you for a chai latte
What I meant to say was
I was walking past, I saw you in the window
To be honest, I only came in here because I had to know what your voice sounded like
Instead of saying that I got really nervous and ordered the first thing on the menu
I Don't even know what chai is
or a latte for that matter
I imagine that when God made you
I bet he cussed for the first time
I bet he turned to an angel gave him a high-five and said "God damn, I'm good"
Or "Me damn, I'm good" cuz he's like God right
I spent the last five days trying to figure out how I'm gonna introduce myself to you properly. I finally figured it out
it's gonna be something like
Hi
That's all I got so far, uh
But I think it's a good start
I'm gonna be honest
It's not often that I find myself eager to write about love. In fact every time I try to write about love
My hands cramp
Just to show me how painful love can be
Sometimes my pencils break just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned.
I heard that love is blind
So I write all my poems in Braille and my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless
I've always believed that real love is kind of like a supermodel before she's airbrushed
It's pure and imperfect just the way that God intended
I'm gonna be honest. I'm not much of a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I was gonna write about love
my first poem
It would be about you
About how I love you the same way. I learned how to ride a bike
Scared
but reckless
With no training wheels or elbow pads, so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you
I'm gonna be honest. I'm not much of a love poet
But if I was I'd write about how I see your face in every cloud
Your reflection in every window you see I've written a million poems hoping that somehow
Maybe some way you'll jump out of the page and be closer to me. See I'm not much of a love poet
but if I was I'd write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful even on days when everything around you is ugly
I'd write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies
Every time you blink. if I was a love poet
I'd write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every time I hear the vibration in your voice and whenever
I see your name on the caller ID
My heart plays hopscotch inside of my chest
it climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again and I was gonna sound weird but sometimes
I prayed that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs just so I would never have to spend an entire day without
you
And I swear I'm usually not a love poet, but if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I was gonna write
about love
my first poem
It would be about you
And after all of that she was like
"But how do you feel about me?"
And I said
Put it like this:
I want to be your ex-boyfriend's stuntman
I want to do everything he never had the courage to do
(audience: wOoaOh)
Like trust you
See last night I had a dream. In this particular dream
I died in my dreams awoke not knowing I was still asleep and decided to walk see that night. I walked in my sleep
I slept in my Walker walk backwards until I saw you for the first time and I could barely
Muster the courage to introduce myself all over again. You see I've been trying to find the right words
I've been trying to take the right steps to it seems to me like thousands of years
But something always seems to go wrong between us we lived in Egypt
I was the Pharaoh's slave you were his daughter loving you led to my death
They claimed I seduced you and after they stole my life. I was resurrected as a Mason
I made the foundation for your house. We met eyes for two seconds. You left and I didn't see you again until I died
I came back as a caterpillar. I turned into a butterfly
I landed in the palm of your hands, you brushed me away and the rejection killed me. When I woke, I was a kick drum
You were a snare
We were both owned by this drummer named cozy : when he died
So did we but I came back just to look for you
I left notes and random places hoping that you would stumble across them
I carved our names in trees and then prayed that it would jog your memory
I whispered your name in the wind hoping somehow
Maybe some way my voice would reach you but it didn't and I died. I died early
I died young with bread crumbs in my hand
Just hoping that you would find me but you never did so they buried me. When they buried me
They put these coins over my eyes and I used them his bus fare to get back to earth just so I could look for
you
That's why
That's why sometimes when we hold hands
every so often I hold on a little too tight, and I'm sorry
I just don't want to lose you again
My mother told me when you find the perfect woman
You got to do whatever it takes
To make sure she stays next to you
Thank you.