the thought of you kissing another,
makes me feel so mentally ill.
physically really.
and darling,
I know we don't own each other.
you haven't chosen to call me yours.
but...
fuck,
I really wish you would.
I wish you would kiss me in front of every girl i'm scared of.
because why would you choose me,
out of every other girl wishing to kiss your lips,
wishing for your body in their own.
darling,
I know you don't own me.
i know I don't own you either.
but I really fucking wish you did.
I only wish your lips were on my own.
your body was in my own.
your arms were caressing my own.
I don't think of it much...
is what I would tell you.
but...
I think about it every night,
before I close my eyes,
where then I imagine all night what we cold be doing together right now.
only when...
I'm doing anything in my day.
only when...
you're sitting next to me.
but you're not doing the same.
you're not looking my way.
all you want from me,
is for me to think of you.
but I won't admit to it.
i'll deny it until you call me yours.
YOU ARE READING
my lover poets
Romancethe 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...
