Am I allowed to love you
Love your gravel coated morning voice
And your chestnut corneas
To love your genuine giggles
And your subtle smirks
Am I allowed to treasure
the slight sway in your hips
The way the light bounces off your cheekbones
To treasure the way you make my empty chest ache with longing
For you to be captive
Between my arms and chest
Am I allowed
To need you
To breathe you
To die for you
Am I allowed
To save you
To accept you
To treasure you
Am I allowed
YOU ARE READING
he/him/you
Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
