Our relationship began from a simple Facebook message,
which led into weeks of looking forward to your messages
and catching any glimpse I could of you in the hall
You couldn't like me
You, like someone like me?
She was beautiful, that L girl,
and i had low self-esteem.
I had to get real.
Hours of confiding in my gay best friend for help,
Which didn’t help
“I can’t believe how much I like him, I don’t know what to do”
Was said to her on the fifth of December.
I’d only known you for a month then
But, I knew you were gonna be something
Maybe it was your wit, or your most perfect features
Perhaps your smile,
that smell of old spice,
which somehow spoke to your maturity.
In any event,
I had to look for someone I could actually get,
even when I didn't want anyone but you
fast forward
Laid there for twenty minutes that night you first touched me,
I was a scared little ******,
or still considered myself one
Unaware of how emotional things of that nature would become for me
Or already were
but you shushed me and reassured me
"I never want to do anything like this with anyone else"
Is what you said to me
I'll never forget
I was thinking the same thing
Still am.
Can’t wait for the day you touch me again
In whatever way is most pleasing to you
I’ll do whatever you want
Anything feels good with you
Can’t wait to wake up and see that
grin on your face when I kiss your
Chapped lips before you’ve sipped your
morning coffee.
**I’m completely in love with you and every second you ignore me is a different kind of hell.