Not Much More: A Love Poem

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I would move mountains for you
and run rivers dry to get to you
and I would burst my lungs
screaming for you. 

And I see galaxies in your eyes.

I would sail the cosmos,
to the farthest shores,
an empty immortal shell,
and haunt the revolving doors
of the world for you.

And bow my head and raise my hands
and watch the rain knock out
pieces of the sky till everything
is mottled and gray and
stand over you and
be your shield
if you would do the same.

But at the end of the day,
when night closes windows
and locks doors and bodies away,
I cannot see when I look into your eyes
whether you would move mountains
or run rivers dry
to get to me
or burst your lungs
screaming for me. Maybe
you do not see the stars in my eyes.
Maybe my shell of a body and
all that I am are for you
a revolving door,
a particular haunt,
a foreign shore,
not much more.

mountains from one of the lines of "Not Much More"
a woman standing in front of a revolving door

Poet’s Notes

I like writing poetry about love because love is an incredibly universal emotion. For this reason, I can rest assured that people will relate to my love poetry. 

The first poem about love I shared here was “Curtain of Desire,” which you should give a read if you liked this poem. I write about both the good and bad of love. For some more of my love poetry, check out “You Ruin Me.” 

Please tell me in the comments what you thought about “Not Much More.” 

Thank you for reading!

a woman crying

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