you.
you with your charcoal hair that used to enthrall me
now leaves me laying in mere disguist.
your eyes that once were the smell of new cookies
left the burnt twinge lingering.
i do not like you.
and nobody believes me.
and you.
you with your sand and your oceans
you with your gloves and your jersey
you with your height.
your demeanor, your words.
your vines.
i know i should not like you.
and i don't, but i do
i am red and i am green.
i do not like you.
and i don't believe myself.
and you.
you with your chocolate and your curls
the loose fabrics
and your effort.
your way of speaking and your laugh.
your girlfriend.
i do not like you, i don't think i ever did.
i think i just wanted to.
and that i do believe.
and you.
you with your maize and your stutters
your texts during a class we have together
your laugh and your noises.
the way you stumble
around steps you built around yourself,
how we fake argue.
i also don't think i ever liked you.
however, i would like to.
but i don't think i will.
and you.
you with your freckles
and your dust and your smile.
compliments, jokes. it's all easy.
your sadness, my sadness.
music, laughter, tears.
it's perfect
if not for the way you see.
i would love to like you.
but i could not bring myself to.
and you.
you with your ginger and your scars
your smile, your laugh.
i do love a good laugh. a good smile.
how easy our conversations are,though we don't talk.
the rest do like you
but i don't think i do.
i don't know.
i don't know.
and you.
you! you! you!
your music, the way you see
your skill, the way you speak
sand! oceans! lakes, trees!
our past, our present, future.
but you are hers, and she is yours
and i am comfortable with that.
i do not like you.
we are better off friends like we have been
for our whole lives.
and you.
you and your comfort,
your night sky and your heart.
the ease you bring despite how little i know you
the simplicity that comes along with your presence.
however you are hers and she is yours
and so is she
and so is she... and she...
maybe you arent as good for me as i thought.
and you.
you with your... what exactly?
your smile and your stutter?
maybe it's your smarts?
is it your strangely endearing awkwardness?
or is it just the way you like me do i feel
like i must like you as well?
huh.
how bizzare.
