2 Kinds of People

Since the moment

I found you,

I have only encountered

two kinds of people:

you

and those who aren’t you.

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Poetry

Poetry is for the living,

but death

is what grants it meaning,

making time so fleeting

and love so precious

that even poetry

can scarcely

touch it.

Lands Over Lands

Even if you’ve never

traveled beyond borders,

if you’ve entered

the open arms of love

or eclipsed the lighted end

of despair’s underpass,

you’ve seen

the most exotic things

this life offers.

Beauty

Is something

beautiful

because it is

unexamined —

mysterious, unique, untouched —

or is it

the exploration,

the unearthing of layers,

that makes a thing so radiant?

Fanart: Villanelle, Killing Eve

my chest echoes

with the cries of my monster,

devoting anything that’s not you,

to a psychopath’s slaughter;

the monster in me

has a single-point view:

the only thing it wants

is the monster in you.

-L.M.G.

America

It’s not a symptom

of disrespect

or irreverence

to want America to be better,

but is instead of the purest love:

a love that wants

to carry

something even higher.

-L.M.G.

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XXII

I’ve been terrified

by things many

but nothing

has shaken me

like

how much

I love you.