I'm genuinely afraid the love I want,
fails to exist.
I wish to grasp the love,
that most wish to have but never give.
the love that leaves you feeling homesick without them,
because that person is your happiness,
your person,
and you could never wish to be beside anyone else.
the love,
that gives you goofy laughs,
leaving you with a constant smile upon your lips.
that love,
with the cuddling for hours,
leaving you smelling like one another.
the love,
that everyone is so fucking jealous of.
seeing the two of you always together,
always containing that spark with every look given.
with the way you never seem to get sick of each other,
leaving you so homesick without the others presence.
the adorable love,
with matching pj's on Christmas,
matching shoes,
telling everyone about how in love with you they are.
the sweet love,
never failing to run out of reasons to love the other.
'annoying' you with kisses,
missing when they aren't near you.
smiling at one another with that spark,
even when the other isn't looking.
the true love,
caring about your feelings,
never leaving you alone when something is not alright, no matter what.
being proud of the things you do,
giving you the love you deserve.
the craved love,
with dancing in the rain,
water soaking through our clothing,
but we couldn't care less,
because it feels like it's only us.
doing skincare together,
while we sing along to music,
laughing over and over,
sleeping as close together as we can,
smelling the cologne next to me.
never failing to laugh around each other,
our smiles in sync.
succeeding with being ourselves around one another,
without a worry of doing something wrong.
I could talk about the love I wish to have for hours on end.
but I never have the chance.
YOU ARE READING
my lover poets
Storie d'amorethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
