I understand that he's an odd choice
But understand that it wasn't willing
I did not choose to fall in love
It just happened to me
His smile is the brightest
His smile is the warmest
And friendliest
Some say he talks too much;
I call it enthusiasm
Yet alone he has left me
To him I am an unimportant organism
Though I long for his touch
I daren't speak to him again, lest
I fuck it up and give my mind no rest
Even seeing his contact is a test
His caring lover, all I wished to be
To protect him from being one to shove
Although I act fine, inside it's killing
Even when all I do is hear his voice
I love that boy to death
To the point he's the only reason I'm alive
YOU ARE READING
Poetry?
PoetryIdk if it even qualifies as poetry to be fairly honest. It's just me being emo, let's be real here. I might add to it every now and again. Probably won't make sense either
