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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