Can friends
Write each other poetry?
Can they be like this?
I am so scared
That you will think I lied to you
But I never have.
I told you who I am
And how I feel-
You just think
It’s not for you.
I worry you’ll think I only like your art
Because I love you.
I worry you’ll think our friendship
Isn’t real-
It is,
It’s the realest thing I’ve ever made from love.
Loving someone like this...
It’s like a puzzle.
I walk in knowing one thing: that I adore them.
And slowly, they show me why.
You’re showing me why.
I would love all of this in you
Even if I hadn’t accidentally loved you first.
I am discovering my own reasons
Because I always have them
And they are always
Good ones.
Just... when you realize,
Know that.
Know that I’m not betraying you.
I am using my feelings
To build something new
Something better
Something that’s good for us both
Instead of painful for just one of us.
Know that it’s taking
All of my courage.
Know that I consider it worth
Everything I have.
Know that it very well might
Cost me just that
And that
I don’t care.
Know that I worry
Because loving someone means you want them to be happy
And I want you to be happy.
I want to be your friend
Who writes you poems sometimes
And hangs on your every word.
I want to live up to this feeling.
That’s all.

You're complicated
as Algebra equation
for a law student

You are a fairytale
Like what is written in books
A true prince in every way
When I look at you I can hardly believe it
That after all this time I am here
With you

You are a fairytale

When I first met you I couldn’t believe you were real
You were handsome
You were exotic
You were the epitome of perfection
You dazzled like a gemstone
You are rare like a fine wine

You are a fairytale

Together we became a miracle
Together we fit
You were my puzzle piece
I was yours

And over time

We became a fairytale
We still are

Trees they wave
To welcome the birds
I sit and drink my tea
Thine eyes are the portal
To my imagination
Why is number four next to three?
I wonder in awe
My gaze is blind
welcoming hello's
It's sweet I find.
On a day dreaming bench
My thirst I shall quench
As the trees welcome in the birds.

the snow falling
soft outside
the longing look
in her eyes
the things she keeps
he tried to hide
now buried in her snow