poetry for delight

bonus

to most everything, belongs a cause or a problem. and to each end with an effect or solution. but to some, well, some don't exactly have a specific cause or even one at all. and as for others, no problem. on occasion there is just an effect or there is a solution to something that never was a problem. this letter has no 'because' and even though brokeness is downsided, it is no problem.

___________________

hello,
    i watch you everyday. i fall for you more each time. it's sad, almost pathetic. you are so beautiful and timely and all i have ever wanted. you're all i need. i want to lay beside of you and watch you sleep all while knowing you love me back. i've seen it before.  maybe you don't recall. it was that night your mum invited me inside to sleep, she knew, she always had her way of knowing. you, not her, but you, pointed me toward your warm mattress, with that sickening grey duvet and layed down beside of my shivering body which had been newly clothed in your dark side of the moon shirt, you whispered a soft goodnight in my right ear, pulling me to your chest. how could i forget ? that, after all was the first night i ever felt those shit butterflies sprout in my gut. that was the first time i actually thought there was a chance for me, for me to learn to fall in love. yes, i know what it feels like to be led on as if you're some type of animal falling into a trap, because you taught me that feeling. i gave you all i had and you did nothing but disown your love toward me. i know it existed,  i could feel it seepimg through your olive toned pores and burning into my flesh like a fire. i got to begin to love something as precious as you and  god forbid i say, you almost had a chance to love something as precious as me. but no, that matters none, because you've forgotten what it felt like to fall in love with me, and i guess that can be okay. just know, i think i love you.

    all sincerity.