"Laugh loudly, laugh often, and most importantly, laugh at yourself."
- Chelsea Handler
I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love - I swear that my first poem would be about you. About how I love you the same way I learned how to ride a bike. Scared, but reckless. With no training wheels or elbow pads, so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was, I would write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window. You see, I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow, maybe some way you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me - because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sang songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.
GRADES
You could pass the test,
you could fail the test,
or you could leave the test incomplete
turn it over and scribble a love letter in the margins
fold it into the shape of an airplane
and let it sail across the classroom
over the heads of the passing and the failing
and into the hands
of someone special
someone like you
someone who understands
how much more there is to life
than just taking tests.
