This poem is about love, fear, and expectations.
Poetry at night is not the same thing as poetry during the day.
The same way my love for you isn’t the same in a crowded room versus an empty room just us two. It is the same, but it feels different...it’s interpreted differently by ourselves and what we allow is based no longer on our own wealthy love.
I constantly believe that everything affects everything negatively
So changing my love for you during the day seems necessary.
but really…I always love you the same, no matter where we are
actually
located.
I wanna love you more, in a crowded store.
I wanna love you more, when everyone is around us and they feel the bond that we have…and it’s okay to stare because there are no lies…
we indulge,
for their eyes.
I wanna love you more…not touching you in public is kind of a bore.
I wanna love you more, but its daytime and everything has changed.
Everything has changed
for you,
I can’t say shit has changed for me too.
I still want you.
I wanna love you more, but I can no longer act on my lust because the sun is up. Loving you the same during the day will only result in rejection and pain.
You love differently, you don’t want to love me more. You wanna run in the corner of the store and make sure nobody’s around to catch us drown within each other.
It's sad, but it's true.
I decide
to hide
my true feelings…
Because for you, it’s nearly impossible to love me in the daytime the same way you do at night, just us two.
-Christine Saint
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S/O to the people that know how to express love openly, without fear.
Teach this to the people around you, not everyone is an expert.
S/O to the people that are still learning how to love as a public expression.
It is a scary and intimidating thing to do.
Never forget, your love still matters and it is still felt.