Poetry For Him.

I'm Caving In

I couldn't begin

To describe

What I feel

When I look into his eyes.

They're a gorgeous brown,

Dark like mud.

On the rainy days,

He's my sun.

I look to him

For guidance I don't need

Just to talk to him,

He's an uncaring breed.

It's not important

If we talk or not,

But that's his opinion,

I think it's wrong.

I love talking to him,

It's my favorite thing.

But he could care less

And it makes me want to scream.

He puts me through hell

And brings me back.

He's cracked my shell

And that's a fact.

I hate myself

For letting me fall,

But he's the answer

To every call.

Having a bad day,

He cheers me up.

But the way he makes me feel,

I've gone corrupt.

I'm not supposed to give in,

I shouldn't feel anything

But when he's near,

I feel everything.

What do I do

When thoughts of him

Cloud my mind?

I'm caving in