Had I not had a obsession for eyes, I wouldn't have fallen for yours.
Had I not loved art, I wouldn't have fallen for your skills.
I have one foot in the grave for your love and you don't even know it.
If you do, then what are you waiting for?
Break me, so I can glue myself and not wait for the anxiousness of the disappointment.
I have one foot in the grave because of a debonair man.
Had I not felt your gaze on me at the annual school dance, I would have gone through life writing about another man.
None who can compare to the smile you give when I explain something you already know.
This love, that only exists inside the four walls of a math class, has been forgotten to be mentioned.
This love, that has been imagined and re-imagined thousands of times in my brain, has been forgotten to be told.
I cannot help but wonder, will it ever walk out that godforsaken door hand in hand?
-L.B.
Nov. 18, 2017
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PoetryConnotations of my everyday life. Poetry about my feelings. Rants. Moments. Describing my true and purest fears.