Ive handed out pieces of myself like party favors to those who did not deserve a taste.
I have loved before, and I have loved hard, and all I ever got were scars.
No, its so much more than having been let down so many times before.
Tord Sollie
When you hold me and tell me you love me all Ill be able to think is why.
Be patient with me, too often Ive had to apologize for who I am.
Know that I write poetry.
Its who Ive always been.
But my rawest words arent usually shared.
Know that I write more words that can scare you than I do about beautiful things.
I want to read every ugly thing and every pretty thing to you.
Ive handed out pieces of myself like party favors to those who did not deserve a taste.
I have loved before, and I have loved hard, and all I ever got were scars.
Know that I dont ever feel anything halfway.
Ive always been too much for most.
Too much passion, too much feeling, too much intensity, too many thoughts and too many words.
I know no other way.
But if you let me, Ill use them to burn poetry on your skin with my fingertips.
If you let me Ill write you the grandest tale you ever did read.
If you let me, itll be the most ethereal and sweltering thing you ever did feel.
To the next man I love: I really hope you love me back.
