Unrequited {Love Poems}

Boy Crazy

I could tell you stories. 

A boy for every chapter.

You'd fall in love with every one.

They warmed my heart like laughter.

I can tell you where they are, now.

I've kept up with most of them.

There's one up in Chicago.

I still gets texts from him. 

There's one that works at the grocery store. 

He never meets my eye.

He acts like I'm invisible.

I wish he'd said goodbye.

Today, I wish I'd never felt

the need for so much kissing.

I'm drawn to those who do not lust.

To them, there's nothing missing.

I'm not independent 

even when I have no man.

I swing from crush to crush,

Hoping one of them will land.

I do this to myself.

I make things real before I'm ready.

I'm impatient; I'm impulsive.

My emotions are unsteady.

If love were not a factor 

in the future of my life,

I think I could find happiness

and never be a wife.

But there are things I want to do.

There's a life I want to live.

I know I may come on too strong.

That scare you? Please forgive.

It's not that I'll be heartbroken 

when I find the one's not you.

It just means I'm stuck waiting, still 

Not knowing my "I do."

I'm not expecting perfect;

there are three things on my list.

Love me, like me, get me.

(Or, you know, just get the gist.)

I don't know when I'll find him

and I don't know that I will.

I'm trying to move on from love.

But I'm enamored, still.