Poems. Poetry.

The Inevitable

Talking to you was the best part of my day,
Its like hugging puppies,
Which are drooling on my face,
Like your bittersweet mood,
Irritating but cute.

Talking to you is comfortable,
Like sleeping under roses,
And sheep wool,
Or the bed of a 5 year old me,
Every position that I make is perfect.

Talking to you was perfect,
Like an organized desk,
Each pencil and pen in different cases,
Files arranged in an alphabetical order,
Its oddly weird but also oddly satisfying.

Talking to was also disturbing,
You had delusional problems,
You kept asking the time even tho its above your phone,
Always guessed whats on my mind,
And never liked talking about cats.

But thats what I love about you,
You're aggressive but patient
You're sweet but maniac,
Funny but serious,
Kind but merciful,
Irritating but lovable,
You're noisy but timid,
You were even naughty,
But you were always you.
Maybe thats why I fell for you,
Your chubby thigh,
Your wavy hair that should be swept backward to see your forehead,
Your lips that widens up every time you smile,
Your thick wrist which is so hard to wrap around my pinky and thumb,
Your neck thats to small that its not visible anymore,
Your pale cheeks which are one of the thick parts of you,
Your wide shoulders,
Your thin eyebrows,
Your nose,
Your hands that fits in mine,
Your chubby waist that makes you the perfect cuddle pillow.

But my favorite was your eyes,
It never went blank,
It was always filled with emotions,
It always lead me to your palace,
Where I was your guest and everything was bright,
It showed me the universe you lived in,
Where you rule the galaxies and command the stars,
It told me your feelings,
Your thoughts and dreams,
Your nightmares and fantasies,
Your wonderful desires.

Im guessing,
Maybe thats why we were never meant together,
Because we're different people from different galaxies,
I guess this is for the better.

If talking to you is a hazard,
Then let me take all the disasters.

Talking to you was inevitable.