Who keeps chasing a girl
after getting stared down the barrel
of my daddy’s shotgun?
Someone who jumps
out of airplanes
into
enemy territory, catches me
when I jump
out of the path of the
locomotive, trained
into your arms.
Made you jump back
into my hips
the minute
we were alone.
You’ll never find anyone like me
in a shoe store.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Messiah
You have to knock louder, my dear. I can't hear beyond the thunder of the door. I won't believe you actually mean it. Because you have to want it more. You became home to me and I fear when it's going to end. I conspire against myself in hopes the truth will bend. You're the therapy I actually benefit from, the doubt that gets removed. I run to the sound of your echoes while I climb out of this tomb. I was searching for you but were you looking for me? Did you pin all your hope on a future while you waited for me? I don't want to escape, I want to run away with you. With your hand in mine, we can witness everything brand new. I've learned to live with distorted self-esteem. Where I couldn't possibly be worth anything. To measure up with what I expect you'd want and need. To be everything wrapped up in a peaceful dream. To be enough, to be the one to make you happy. Where I prove myself and land at your feet. Why can't I just be myself and hope for the best? Because I'm afraid I will always be -less. There's a part of me that lives in constant fear. That I speak in a language you couldn't possibly hear. I cannot control how you view me, my love. All I can do is continue to love you and hope its enough. My attempts at happiness are few in between. My efforts at evolution are always unseen. I crave the safety of consistent and stable arms. I yearn for the freedom that lies in your peaceful and loving heart
By Anna Torres7 days ago in Poets
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Beautifully written I absolutely love it!♥️🙏
That image of him getting stared down by your daddy’s shotgun and still coming back — that’s the moment that stuck with me. It feels half reckless, half devoted, like he doesn’t know whether he’s chasing danger or you. And then the shift to “catches me when I jump out of the path of the locomotive” — it made me picture love as this constant near-collision, like you two are always on the edge of something intense. I’m still turning over that last line about not finding anyone like you in a shoe store — it’s funny but also kind of defiant, like you’re daring him to understand your worth. Do you see him as the hero here, or is it more about you realizing your own power in the way he keeps coming back?
All of this is awesome. Sounds what you've said about your relationship. Love that lady line. It made me grin. Well done.
Love this!
Yeah, I like it! Best to you!
“Jumping back into my hips” will stay with me.