Secrets I Wished You'd Know by Now

Poetry

They say if it never starts,

It's poetry

If so,

Then that one poem with you and me would be my favorite one,

The one where I was and am desperately in love,

In love with the way your eyes shine,

With the way you curl your lips in a smile,

With the way you stand with your hands holding onto your hips as if you'd fall down if you wouldn't,

With the way you blink your eyes,

With the way you walk as if the world's weight could never pull you down like it did me,

I love you but it hurts
Because now this has become poetry and apparently if it is,

It will never start,

me and you.