The scent and sound of your beautiful soul
by Gordana Frgačić
Today
I was woken up
By the scent
Of your soul
You weren’t even near me
But I inhaled you
Through every pore
Of my skin
I floated
For a while
On the soft layers
Of your beautiful soul
Suddenly
I smiled
And I knew
Your soul just started to sing
i hope that, whoever you are – you love me as much as i hope i love you
and i hope that you hate snow, but you’ll appreciate that i love it
you’ll let me shovel alone because you know i don’t mind being alone
you’ll just have coffee ready for me when i come inside
Genre: sad, romantic, hopeful, love
To my future significant other by Morgan Fasanelli
if we ever actually end up finding each other
i hope that, whoever you are – you love me as much as i hope i love you
and i hope that you hate snow, but you’ll appreciate that i love it
you’ll let me shovel alone because you know i don’t mind being alone
you’ll just have coffee ready for me when i come inside
and i hope you know that when i get sad, which i will, it probably won’t be you
and i hope you’ll let me spew out my dramatic thoughts and feelings and i hope you’ll be okay with the fact that i don’t need you to tell me it’s okay, i just need you to let me tell you what’s on my mind
I hope that you have these idiosyncrasies about yourself because let me tell you, i notice everything
and i will notice if you pull the cuffs of your sleeves when you’re uncomfortable because it’s a natural reflex from grade school when someone would say something about what used to be a touchy subject for you, even though the scars are almost fully faded
And i hope that you’ll understand that i’m sorry for everything all the time, and that i’m really trying not to be
And i hope that you have lots of little stories that you remember from your past that you’re comfortable sharing with me
but most of all i hope you don’t fit every detail i just said
because that is to say that i saw you coming, and i saw us coming
and i don’t want to see this coming
i want to be so completely blindsided by your love that it knocks the air right out of my lungs
and i hope that, whoever you are – you love me as much as i hope i love you
And then you implode
Your toes curl
You bury your face in the pillow
Whispering I miss you
And his name over and over
Until your voice whimper
Your eyes fill up with tears
For the painful void in your chest reminds you
He’s not with you
You and your own skin are alone
All you have are the images inside your head
And the cinder he left you with
Which every cell in your body craves to burn