February 2012
44 posts
This Type Love by Saul Williams →
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I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you type love
or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type love
or hating how jealous you are but loving how much you want me all to yourself type love
or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name.
and sh*t -
I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep then wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love or who loves the other more or what she’s doing at this exact moment or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts.
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could just hurt so much when she’s not there and shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love.
And check this-
I wanna place those little post-it notes all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love
then not have enough ink in my pen to write all the love type love and hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel
and I wanna deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.
The only difference is this is one of those real type loves
and just like in high school I wanna spend hours on the phone not saying shit and then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me and smell her all up in my covers type love and I wanna try counting the ways I love her then lose count in the middle just so I could start all over again
and I wanna celebrate one of those one-month anniversaries even though they ain’t really anniversaries but doing it just ‘cause it makes her happy type love
and check this-
I wanna fall in love with the melody the phone plays when our numbers dial in type love and talk to you until I lose my breath, she leaves me breath
And, I deleted every last picture
so that even a memory couldn’t be used against me.
Then, there are those things that deserve no explanation. Nor conversation.
-Nyne L
“I will wait for you.
I will no longer date, socialize or communicate with carbon copies of you to appease my boredom or quench my thirsty desire for attention of short-lived comments from ‘sorta kinda’s’. You know he’s sorta-kinda right, but sorta kinda wrong. His first name Luke his last name Warm.”
— Janette Ikz
Then Love Is The Name
The third rule was not to use his label in vain
So, if he is love then love is the name.
Just take a step back and realize
That this idea has been disguised
By hiding pride and saying things right,
Sweet goodmornings, even sweeter goodnights.
PDA and baby’s and boo’s
And I need you and I love you too’s
You take it lightly and break the law,
You say you love me then search for more.
And you shall not use his name in vain
‘Cause if he is love then he can’t be pain.
And he will not hold you guiltless if you do
Exodus chapter ten times two.
He said it was patient and said it was kind
Curiously I rushed to find
It, buried within the uncomfortable truth
That it was just a lesson waiting for you
To learn how it’s supposed to be,
Unconditionally set aside for me.
So now I begin to cherish delay
And obey because this time portrays
The criteria needed to converse with me
Before I let another touch the key
To my heart, carefully guarded by my father; by Love
Who sits above and calls your bluff,
If you’re a counterfeit and a thief of peace,
I’ll know you weren’t designed for me.
I will sit in my bed, alone. And write poems.
He won’t even come close. Our fingers won’t even interlock. We won’t even exchange breath.
