L. V., I Found This Poem At The Beginning Of A Rainbow

L. V., He’s not the right person if you have to lie to him like this, your friends tell you. But I'm not lying. But he's not the right person. But I want him to be the right person. He has to be the right person. I’m going to make him the right person. I’m tired. He’s not the right person. But why does he smile like that.

[i found this poem in my drafts, where it should have remained (pt. 5)]

maybe you don't need anyone to share them with

Took me a while to realise you were referring to this post.

...but what if I want someone to share the happiness with?

L. V., i found this poem when we went to the park after having had too much caffeine

L. V., i found this poem stuck between a poet's teeth

L. V., i found this poem stuck to the bottom of a stranger's shoe

your page is like going to a museum; each post like a painting. Specifically the ones you weave your poems with classical paintings. i can go over the details for a long while. it feels like taking a magnifying glass to a miniature work of art to fully appreciate the little touches; and when i step back, i see the whole painting -- the bigger picture. thank you for the experience.

This is far too lovely. Thank you, dear stranger. You made my heart feel a little less heavy today.

L. V., i found this poem pacing back and forth through my mind

L. V., i found this poem whilst we talked about van gogh with wine in our bloated bellies

there is another speculation too, but i wanted to know your answer—answer only if you wish to.

Now I'm too curious to know what this other speculation is before answering your other ask...