Untitled Poetry

Nineteen

I could name off a million things I love about him.
The way he smiles,
His laugh,
The way his eyes light up when he talks about his family and the things he loves,
The way he yells at the tv when he's playing video games,
The way he serves our country,
The way he makes my heart happy.
But none of that matters.
He doesn't want to hear it.
He doesn't l o v e me.