A note from the poet This one it a bit on the silly side.
Different Types of Love
I love you, but I’m not
in love with you.
I love you like a brother.
I love you,
but your friends have to go.
I love you,
but its complicated.
I love how you are
a dare, a rage.
I love you for your
spirit and how it makes
me think of the ways of
the flesh.
I love how I’m a shrine of
longing for you.
I love the showmanship of
your voice and how my
skin comes alive from
the pitch.
I love how your orbit is
constantly circling me,
but you are never there.
I love how I drown in the
upwelling of your coldness,
just happy to be touched
by your water.
I love your family.
They’re so much saner than mine.
I love your hair and how
I want to sink my teeth
into your neck.
I love how if I tasted you,
my heart would turn blue.
I love you for your
opulent sadness.
I love you, but I don’t
know you.
I love how you write
I want to f””” your poems
I love how you don’t
see me.
I love you more
I love you in spite of
the restraining order.
I love you for hitting me.
I love you more than I ever
loved anyone..
well, except for John and David.
Oh and Kyle.
I love how you get
my sense of humor.
I love your madness.
It’s so competitive.
I love when you go Fifty Shades
of Christian Grey on me.
I love your emotional surcharge.
I love the curve of your hips,
the thrust of your sway.
I love you for your
smarmy imagination.
I love the crack
running through you.
The one I’ll never be able
to repair.
I love how you know all
the words to every Morrissey
song.
I love the void you’ve created
of yourself.
I love how you peel away my
sanity, and suck on my wounds
I love how bright and alive the
world taste when I am
beside you.
I love you, but I hate you.
I love the swelling edge
of your core, the unthreading
of the pulse in my center.
I love how your darkness
casts shadows in my soul.
I love how all things nerdy
and bombastic ring in you.
Often shrill, but always shrewd.
I love you but you’re fictional.
I love you, but I could really
love you, if you loved me
I love you..but…
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 
I wanna eff your poems too
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Ha-ha. Go ahead. Eff then hard. 🙂
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I just fiished effing them. Did you feel that all the way across the country?
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I did. They’ve never been effed so well.
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I wish I got reviews like that. Good work, Tosha. It is acclaim well deserved. x
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Ha-ha. I love your effing work. How’s that? I truly do. Happy Wed. 😉
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Thanks, Tosha. 💕💞❤️I’m now dancing on the ceiling. Enjoy your day, too.
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Awesome. And perfect song. 🙂 xo
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Thanks. Lots of love
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“Status: It’s complicated”. Incredible work, Tosh. xx 🙂
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Ha-ha. Love ya.
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And I love you for your sublime way with words 🙂
Really enjoyed this one…made me chuckle!
Hope your day is going well!
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Thank you. Always a pleasure to hear from you. My day is going well, just slowly. 😉
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Really enjoyed this one : ) I’ve either said or heard most of these. : )
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Thank you 😉
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Tosha, thank you for writing about my attitude. “I love you, but your friends have to go.” Aaaaah!! I love that video. it’s like dancing in a painting. I love Alexander McQueen’s work, so that keeps me watching. Hope you’re having a great Wednesday already. x
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You’re welcome. Thank you for being kind enough to comment. I appreciate it. 😉
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I’m not being “silly” here Tosha, I love this poem! There are so many perfect lines, too many to quote here (heck, I might as well “cut and paste” the whole darn poem then), and I especially love that open-ended last line, “I love you … but …” Perfect!
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I’m glad you like it.:) I always enjoy your comments and reading your blog Thanks for stopping by.
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You’re most welcome — and I’m happy to stop by! 🙂 Have a great day!
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😉 xo
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Reblogged this on Nient'Affatto and commented:
Amazing!
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Thank you so much.
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Thank you, my friend, for everything.:)
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Likewise. Happy Sunday.
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Wow, your poem is somewhat silly, like you said, but it’s also creative and profound. Your words made my skin ripple near the end.
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Dustin. thank you. I hope you are well. It’s always nice to hear from you x
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You’re welcome. And thank YOU, Tosha! It’s always a pleasure to hear from you, too. I must apologize for my absence. I’ve been preoccupied with class as well as NaNoWriMo (which aren’t going too well.) Plus we had a madhouse of a birthday party for our three-year-old son on Saturday. I’m stressed.. I hope you’re well, too. ((((Hugs))))
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No worries. I’ve been there. Good luck with everything. Happy belated birthday to your little one xx
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Atlanta
Buckhead offers twelve-dollar sandwiches,
Parents lunching their children on Saturday:
Straight from Beemer to deli to Emory to evening
Wedding to Benz to kids at lunch on Peachtree.
North Peachtree, where you can’t quite see the smog
Thanks to trees and art and tacky bars. Southern
Culture on the skids, but not outside this deli, where
Leaves tumble with Dr. Brown’s Cream Soda cans.
All I can think of is you: hamburgers and organic
Bananas, juices, never soda, and a complete
Satisfaction. Money doesn’t earn these deli-dippers
The satisfaction you have. Inner peace even.
You cook after volunteering, after the kids are
Down for the night. You go there and back then home
To ride your bike to work. Teach me how to calm
Myself won’t you? One point at five points:
There is no chemistry to teach the zen you have.
Perfect weather makes yellow leaves stand out.
Small winds coerce more travel. Sharp shadows
Waver. One beacon lures me home to paint autumn.
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