AND PLEASE FORGIVE ANY TYPOS!
LOVE
L is lust
L is looks
L is the lasting feelings I have for
you.
O is outside, where I think of you the
most
O is only you…the one I think of the
most.
V is vivacious
V is vida, what I’d give to meet you.
E is your eyes
E is the evenings I would love to spend
with you
E is every breath I take, every breath
you take away from me
E is everything.
MICHAEL
M is mine… you’ll never really be mine,
but you are in my eyes.
I is indifferent. I don’t care what goes
on around me when I think of you.
C is calm. Your calmness the state you
put me in.
H is having you. What I would do to hold
you.
A is amazing. That’s what you are.
E is every little thing I see you do,
that makes me fall all over again.
L is the love and lust I feel for you.
I see you. I bump into you. I didn’t mean it. I said I’m
sorry. You say its no problem. I get lost in your eyes. It electricity that I feel
when you look at me. I know you feel the same thing. You help me up from my
place on the floor. I feel a shock when your skin brazes mine. I get up, trying
not to depend on you too much. I cant do that… ill probably never see you
again. I smile and thanks you…I wish I could do more… I wish I could kiss you. I
don’t even think of an autograph I just think of your touch. Something more
memorable than a signature, an intense feeling that burned my skin, and a hole
right to my heart. I want to see you again. I do. At a park. I want to say
hello, but I’m scared. You say hello instead. You ask me to sit. And talk. I comply.
I sit. I listen to you talk. I could do it all day. It gets late. Very late. I don’t
want to go home. I don’t need to go home. My parents trust me. You ask me if I need
a ride, then when I say I walked…you offer to walk me back. I say sure. We
walk, I trip a couple of times. I’m nervous. You hold me for support while I stop
tripping, you hold my hand. Eventually, you don’t let go. Were walking home,
holding hands. It’s a miracle you could say. I stopped being nervous. I stopped
caring. I just focused on your touch. I reach my house. I tell you so. A pretty
house. A house alone. My parents are out, you notice the car gone. You don’t say
anything. You think my thoughts. I ask you inside. I’m thirsty, I go to the
kitchen to get water. You’re in the living room looking at my old family
photos. Me as a kid. You smile. That smile….that beautiful smile that can turn
me into a pile of mush. I could die. I shakily offer you a glass of water. Thank
you. You thank me in the kindest most sincere way I could ever dream of
hearing. Just for a glass of water. Im head over heels. I’m scared. Are you? I don’t
know. Probably not. But you’re here. That counts for something. Right? Right… I
hope so. I sit on the couch. I cant stay still. You notice it. Are you okay?
You sound concerned. I feel your love. I smile and nod. Of course I am. You’re here.
Of course. You say you probably should go. Its getting late. You have work. I nod.
Of course. You’re a busy man. You’re a successful man. Why are you wasting time
with me? You don’t love me. You cant love me. Do you love me? If only I knew… I
open the door. I’m scared. You’re leaving. What if I don’t see you again. You smile.
You send me to the moon and back with that smile. A genuine thanks is uttered
from your lips. I feel butterflies… real fluttering beautiful butterflies. I don’t
want it to end. A kiss. A kiss? A kiss. That’s what you left me with. A tender,
sweet, achingly slow, long kiss. I sigh. Was I imagining it? Probably. Its
happened countless times. But, you’re still here. You’re looking at me in a way
I’ve never seen before. Maybe I’m imagining it. But you’re still here. I didn’t
realize your arms were around me, or that I had moved so close to you. How did
that happen. I don’t remember. When I realize it I step back. Frightened? No.
Surprised? No. Then what. I’m amazed. Amazed at what had just happened. Amazed
that it could happen. Amazed that you’re still here, looking at me. Loving me.
5.30.12
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