“He doesn’t write poems but you hope
he loves you like one.
You hope he sees you
like a symphony,
like a sculpture,
like paint, like clay,
like something he can get on his hands.
You hope he’s painting you in colors
that don’t even exist just so
he can go looking for the names of them.
You hope he sees you like you are
every sunset he missed
when he wasn’t looking.
You don’t understand the way he thinks,
but you hope he thinks
of you often.”

I HOPE HE LOVES ME LIKE AN ARTIST, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)