Poems about Love

more than just friends

Is it strange, 
that I’ve memorized the map of your world— 
your favorite food, 
the melody that makes your heart happy, 
the movie that feels like home to you— 
and yet, I’m just a friend? 

I’m the one who listens 
when your silence speaks louder than words, 
who holds the pieces of you 
you don’t even know are broken. 
I know the way your voice softens 
when you talk about your dreams. 
I know you. 

And still, you choose her. 

I don’t begrudge you your love, 
but I wish, 
just once, 
you’d look at me the way you look at her— 
as if I were the answer 
to a question you never dared to ask. 

Loving you like this 
is a quiet kind of ache, 
the kind that doesn’t break, 
but bends, endlessly. 

I don’t want to just be your friend. 
I want to be your home.