It’s really quite unfair the way he makes me feel

And I could unfollow him and not feel it but I miss him and go wandering back eventually

But I just feel so

So much like a feeling that has no name with no reason attached to it

So dreadfully defeated

If he was in front of me

I’d be anything he wants of me

The way he twists his hands

Dances from foot to foot like he can’t stay still

That way he looks

That way his gaze darts all around

Oh I can feel his anxiety sometimes

I just want to take his hands and hold them and smile in his big beautiful stupid face and say

Slow down my love

But he’s not my love

And he never will be and I am well aware of that fact

Don’t ever think this trove of love poems and soul pouring still has any idea other than that

It makes me wish I could feel that way for someone else

But damn it he’s not a brand there’s no other one to go pick up at the store he was made as he is one of a kind

And I wouldn’t change it

Never change it

He’s so special

I wish the entire world could see how special he is

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