Love Poem - Tom Kaulitz

Poems

Imagine how hard that night was for me.
All I dreamed about, was that guy. Why the hell am I that obsessed with him? I don't even know him..

I woke up at 10 o'clock. That's the usual time I get up. My eyes glared out the window. It was a grey rainy day. The usual October weather. I must say, I love the orange mixed with the grey in autumn. I rubbed my eyes as I swiped across my bed to get out of it. I was now standing and stretched my arms and legs. I get sore muscles from sleeping since I always move heavily in my sleep. I walked to my bathroom to get myself cleaned up. My hair was a total mess. I was still in my clothes from yesterday, so I needed to change clothes too.
I heard my parents downstairs in the living room. I wanted to avoid them, since I know they will discuss any dumb shit with me.
I sneaked into the bathroom for them not to notice. I closed the door behind me slowly and silent. I sighed.
I walked up to the mirror and got my toothbrush to brush my teeth. My teeth weren't that white...

I did a bit of makeup like a base to cover up sore parts on my face and mascara for fully lashes.
I went back to my room to get something else to wear. It's a bit nasty to wear the clothes again after sleeping with them and sweating into them.
All morning long, that guy never left my head. It's like he's now owning my mind. I can't get over that smooth baby face.
I must say, I'm a writer and write many poems. I wanted to make my mind clear.
I snatched a pen and a paper and started to write down everything I thought about him.

"Eyes, brown like delicately bitter chocolate.
His skin so soft like freshly baked bread.
His lips, pink like the most beautiful flowers.
Reminds me of a beautiful rose.
Whether cute or beautiful, he's all of that.
I love this guy."

I signed it with my signature and today's date.
I was in my mind, when I suddenly heard footsteps. Definitely my parents.. I shoved the paper under my bed, hoping my parents won't find it. Poems and songs are not the only thing in that book. I also write a life story into that book. Everything I think about I wanna tell someone but I can't so I write it. Bad stuff. Stuff like self harm and suicide such things. If my parents ever noticed, they would give me up for adoption.
With a swosh, my door opened. There was my dad..
"How does it look in here?! Tidy up your shitty room! You are so lazy. Get your ass up and do something. I hate you."
With these words he left the room. I just stood there, no words, just pain. What was the reason to yell at me now, and telling me I'm lazy when all I do is fight against my own thoughts.
My phone vibrated. Lissy wrote me a message.
"Hiya Jane! Are you free today???? I wanna see you so bad!!!!"
I just stared at the message, thinking about if I should go and forget everything or if I should suffer from my own thoughts now.
I typed on my phone.
"Sure why not? But we're not going to my house. My parents are home. What abt we go to ur house?"
"Sure, my parents aren't home today. You can come. Feel free whenever you want! Love you!! <333"
I couldn't resist and smiled.

I grabbed my backpack and put my jacket on. As I walked downstairs, I heard my parents chattering about something. I couldn't care less, grabbed the keys and just left without any word. I don't wanna talk to them now.
As I left the house, I walked down the street to Lissys house.
I ringed her doorbell as I arrived.
*click* the door opened and Lissy stood there and hugged me tight.
"There you are! I'm glad you're here! Come in."
She grabbed me at my wrist and pulled me into her room.
Her whole room was covered in pictures from the band we went to yesterday. There were many pictures of the singer with his black spiky hair and goth style. She must've been a fan girl.
"Do you know when the next concert is?"
I said silently.
"Well, it does need a bit of time till the next concert, but I hope they will make one soon again! Why do you ask?"
She said.
I got a bit red answering her.
"I just wanted to know since I liked their music yesterday. What is their band name?"
"Tokio Hotel. They make great music! They are actually from Germany. Did you know that?!"
She said happily.
I shook my head and looked at the pictures again.
"So, you like the guy? Can you tell me their names?"
She nodded.
"The one you see is Bill Kaulitz. He is the twin brother from Tom Kaulitz. Tom is the one with the dreadlocks and the E-guitar. Gustav Schäfer is the one with the drums and Georg Listing is the one with the bass!"
I thought, Tom it is. What a beautiful name. It sounds German.
"Wanna listen to some songs from them?!?!?"
I nodded and she turned on the music.

All I hoped now, was to see him again. I wanna write more poems about him, even songs about him. This guy makes me crazy..

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