Forget Those Who Forget You - poems

You Know Who It Is

7-4-16

He drives a blue gmc truck
And doesn't give a fuck

He's not my type
But feels quite right

I'm infatuated
And he's my mental vacation

I'll give him my love
Swear he'll give it up

The feeling is lust
Chase it I must

They say beware
But I don't care

He smells robust
A scent I trust

I don't know him well
But only time would tell

Is this just a feeling
Or something deep and revealing

Wings flutter up to the celing
My rough edges are peeling

If he walks away
Swear I won't be ok

With his dumb grin
Ha-ha-ha laugh and utter sin

Its his looks
His hooks

His jokes
The fact that he smokes

Hates school
But remains utterly cool

Tall and good looking in all ways
Wears tee shirts, ripped jeans, total laze

Sweatshirts and dry cracked hands in the cold
Its the same thing as I do even if not strikingly bold

Fun to talk to and even wise
Knows his way without a try

Rebellious and young
Like me but I never have any fun

Makes me laugh to the point of tears
Never disrespects me or makes me fear

He's rough
What I like and enough

I'd say
He has his flaws but its okay

I've never met one quite like him
Talk to me and let me in

Make me laugh one more time
But goodbye never seems just fine

Time is borrowed just for a dime
I know I'd like to call him mine

But if he goes
I'll hurt so

And

I remember that he's just the boy with his stupid truck
Who will never
Ever
Will give a fuck