Someone has told me
That 'Love' and 'In Love'
Are two very different things.
I love the way you
Poke and prod me
With that all knowing grin
On your face until
You have my full attention
I love the way your lips curve
Into a breathtaking smile
When I say your name
I love the way your arm
Absentmindedly fits around
My waist
And pulls me in to you
I love your smell
That clouds my mind when
I am close to you
And I love the sound of your
Laugh
Especially when I am the cause of it.
Am I 'In Love' with you?
Part of me hopes not.
But if I am
And I finally come to realize it
That will make this all so much worse.
Because while I am laying here,
Tears soaking into my existence
Music cloaking my entirety
And heart aching for
your reassurance
You probably don't feel the same.
{L}
