A piece of paragraph poetry written for class. Though poetry is not typically my preferred style, I was surprised and satisfied with the result.
There’s a fire escape and an abandoned building in a terrible wasteland, the scorched-out bombed-out wreck of a place that used to be, of a version of me that existed long before. I met you there, in that building, on that fire escape. I met you there, and
my slowly dying existence sprang to life with currents of joy as I saw your face, I couldn’t help but smile. I’m just one man, waiting on the threshold that forever stands between human and unhuman, listening to the people talk in circles about what I am, but that’s never mattered to you. I think of old movies that you have never seen because you haven’t had time. When you look at me, you do not see what I am not, how I am incomplete. You only see the man who makes you grin and run into my arms. You are so small, my dear, chronically underfed despite the morning wake-and-bake causing munchies every day, radiating warmth like a little space heater. If there’s one thing I know, it is that the world is so cruel to someone as kind as you, and so it has been, but never once have I seen you back down from anything you believe in, nor have you ever rejected the chance to love me though I gave you so many outs, so maybe through it all we’ll be alright. There’s a fire escape and a bombed-out building in an unforgiving wasteland, the sort of place where I should never have started writing a love poem, but I did. This is where I found you again, where you were this morning. Maybe through it all I’ll be alright, because you married me (since you love how ‘husbands’ sounds), and now we are never, never apart.
A Dreaming Writer 