Poetry of Life ✔

Turning Around and Waiting

Sometimes I wish there was not an "us."

I just want us to be friends, nothing more.

But I like you, I really like you.

You are everything I ever wanted:

Smart, nice, cute, funny, caring, respectful.

You are practically perfect.

Whenever I cuddle close to you, I do not want to stop

But there is always an end to everything.

I grasp onto your collar and breathe in your aroma,

And hold you close.

I stay put like no one can stop us, not even you.

But you are not perfect.

You do not do what I crave the most.

I want you to talk to me when I am sad

But you walk away.

I want to scream your name, but I cannot allow myself to do it.

I want you to hug me when I am cold

But you ignore me and snuggle your coat to yourself.

I want to grab you and tell you I am cold, but I would look desperate.

When you have to leave you shrug at me like, "I do not know but I have to go."

Turning your back on me, leaving me there like I meant nothing to you.

I should have rushed up to you hugged you or waved good bye at least,

But I did not I just wanted you to come back for me.

But you did not...I just kept turning around and waiting.