I paint pictures in the twilight skies
as if they are my celestial canvases.
She whispers in my ear,
"I love you to the moon and back."
Addicted to these dreams and fantasies
of a future where you and I are one.
You slide your foot under your parents' table,
and you know that I want you right then and there.
But I'd rather stay away from those realities.
Bet your bottom dollar that I'm not ready.
I'd rather be friendzoned
than die of a broken heart
from all the dreams and fantasies that collide.
Keep me away from taking that risk;
give me a halo to light my flight path.
Give me enough space and time
for me to fulfill my canvases.
Fucking in tight-spaced bathroom stalls-
that shit just ain't the same
compared to laying on your couch
as we Netflix and chill til 2am,
and you fall asleep
with your peaceful face in my neck.
I know that it'd be beautiful, this whole reality
where we'd fall apart just to get back up.
You and I would know how things tend to go
if we keep seeing love through a kaleidoscope.
This love would be too good to be true.
I don't even know if you're somewhere-
somewhere out there for me-
all I know is I'd rather stay away
from the risks that I would need to take.
If love gets me friendzoned,
I'd rather that than let things break me whole.
I'm not ready to live out my dreams-
not just yet.
Give me a halo and wings to fly away
until I'm prepared to turn back around.
Give me enough space where I can float
among the stars that you'll see
flying with the moon.
I'll fly to the moon and show you my place.
Our halos would light our way through the dark.
By the time she's already felt too loved,
I'll whisper in my ear,
"I love you to the moon and back."
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i love u to the moon n back
Poetrya collection of poems about my seventh grade year where i deal with inner thoughts and emotions and how i see life and others around me.
