I think about you
Too often
Still I don't know what to think
Is this crazy?
Is this stupid?
Is this just me being dramatic?
...
Is this that thing called love?
How do I know if I'm in love?
How does anyone?
Is it when I want to cradle you in my arms when you're sad?
Is it when I want to kiss every freckle on your cute little nose?
Is it when I want to hold your hand in front of everyone?
Is it when I want to gently brush the hair away from your face when it falls?
Is it when I spend every minute getting ready wondering what you'd like?
Is it when I stutter over my words when I'm talking to you?
Is it when I giggle like a crazy person even when your jokes are painfully terrible?
Is it when I feel like bawling whenever I think about you being with someone else?
Is it when I wish you were the last one I said "Goodnight" to every day?
Is it when I'm up at midnight writing sappy poetry about you?
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
