01.03.2021, 19:27.
i look at him,
and i want to hold his hand.
right, left.
up, down.
all directions are mixed up when he is around.
friend friend friend friend friend,
i remind myself constantly.
yet,
i look at him,
and i want to hold his hand.
and listen to him talk about anything that matters to him.
and admire the brown of his eyes.
i want to hold his hand and kiss him on the cheek
then tell him,
"you are not as bad as you think you are,"
just by looking at him.
speaking to him,
but never saying it is becoming unbearable.
i love you i am so irretrievably in love with you gosh when you walk in the room you are all i see
but he is nothing but a friend,
friend, friend, friend, friend,
i tell myself.
cherish this friend.
//painting by salman toor
