I have the ability to do things for you
The kind of things you want me to.
Like declare my love and write you poems full of fluff
But if I do this will it be enough?
You want me to tell you how I look forward to you everyday.
The way I swoon over everything you say
The way the butterflies in my stomach becomes restless
How my walls becomes defenseless
How my palms becomes sweaty and my heart begins to palpitate, my breathing starts to dissipate
The way no matter how much we talked I wanted more
More of your words, laughter more of your presence.
More of you and illuminating essence.
I go back and forth...should I let him know?
Should I tell you, how will it go?
I often hide and watch from the shadows
Can he see me? I wonder if he knows.
Feelings I vow never to have you effortlessly incite
I get jealous I have no right
But when you speak to someone that's not me
I feel a sense of possessiveness, You are mine, can't you see?
When you're nice to others
When you joke around...
It really bothers
I have no right to frown.
When you have inside jokes and include them in the things you do.
I feel hopeless, I should be the only one you do that to.
When you publicly announce who they are.
I feel wounded this distance between us never felt so far.
I don't know if I should tell you... it can go either way
You don't talk to me anymore, even though I wish for it each day
I like to think I am older so I'm wise
Bullshit! I lose all age in front your eyes
You've moved on you've become mature,
I bet I'm forgotten, you think of me no more.
Lost in the background, that's where I'll forever be.
I don't mind as long as this makes you happy.
YOU ARE READING
Beautifully Broken
Poetry"A stab in my chest, I'm wounded but can't bleed. There is a loneliness inside of me, accompanied by a gnawing need".- Nick I write what I feel and sometimes I'm inspired. whatever the case these are all mine. I love words and poetry If there is...
