Gravity

If paints and paper could tell a love story

Or a lowly song could truly pimp a fly,

Then I would find for me an Angelo or Tory

Or sing to the lots of faces shy.

Knew I little of the power of his touch

Or the safety in the cages of his arms;

But I knew I'd long been in search of places such

A much better grounds than my tear-filled dams.

His smile, his kiss, his love, his gaze -

His words, his thoughts, his century-old shorts.

Everything he was, I, did it expediently amaze - 

Perfection! Perfection! Perfection of all sorts!

Yet, soon his pass would come and his day is done

He'd be pulled from me with the force of a winter's gale.

Could I have kept him for much longer than 21?

Or forged a hedge so the scavengers wouldn't scale?

Hurtfully and tearfully - I curse him for not being more sure

And if apart is his pick, then I wish him the worst of luck.

Yet he'll be, on all days, a sweet pain to endure

And I'll miss him for all things, although its a thousand steps aback

But this one remains and it's proven in all essence

That he's a traveler; and away from me must he go.

But his Gravity will always find me unashamed in his presence;

Reasons and seasons - all there was, I had a love to show.

And whatever may have to be - may it sweetly so be

💔

"Loving you was dumb, dark and cheap
Loving you will still take shots at me
Found loving you was sunshine, but then it poured
And I lost so much more than my senses
'Cause loving you had consequences"

~ Camila Cabello

~ Chibele