Enya Zhu

Copic markers and pencil on paper. 9 in by 12 in. Illustrated by Katharen Hedges.

[Copic markers and pencil on paper. 9 in by 12 in. Illustrated by Katharen Hedges.]

Dragonflies

I’m really bad at writing about love

But if one day I decided I really wanted to try

I think it would be about you

See I would start by running your name through my head until you became a permanent resident

Because trust me when I say there’s nothing else that’s worth thinking about

I’d trade every memory I’ve ever had for you

And who knows

Maybe I already have because it’s getting harder to remember what life was like without you

But I’m pretty sure it was miserably empty

I’m really bad at writing about love

But if one day these hands wanted to take a shot at it I would make them tell the story of you

Of how God had his very own “Oh shit” moment when he realized he created something that surpassed the definition of beauty

And now no one knows can figure out what they should call you

But if I could

I think I’d like calling you mine

I’m really bad at writing about love

But if one day my heart lept out of my chest and bled itself dry on the page

I think I’d make the blood spell out everything I love about you

It would start with the way I love your never ending knowledge of useless facts

Trail into how I could watch the bounce in your step every time you start gushing over your love of the only sentence that holds every letter of the alphabet

“The quick brown dog jumped over the very lazy fox”

I’d let the world know that the smile curving your lips every time you reached the word “dog” caused my knees to give out on me

And the laugh that followed the end of your sentence matched the melody of an angel’s harp

It made me believe that heaven was real and existed in your heart

I started going to church every Sunday in hopes of getting in

I’m really bad at writing about love

But if I ever needed to do so

I think I’d relate you to nature

You’d be like bellowing thunder every time you were enraged

Hurricanes couldn’t destroy a person’s life as well as you when someone crossed you

You could put Katrina to shame

Earthquakes would never rock a person’s world like you do when you get up on that stage

The shattered heart you left as debris was always beautiful

You see

I’m really bad at writing about love

But if I could

I’d end it by telling the world that you are my favorite disaster

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