my fingers
hovered
over the screen
ghosting over the letters
thinking of texting you
like it could somehow
let you know I was thinking of you

and I have fifteen
pictures of you on my phone
and I looked over them all
like seeing your face
in two dimensions
could make up for the fact that
I hadn't seen in it three
for two days

and then you were right behind me
and I don't think you noticed what I was doing
but god, it felt like happenstance
was on my side

because your voice
there's nothing too special about it
objectively
(as if I could ever be
objective
about you)
it's not deep
or husky
or dripping ***
like some people I know
and most of the time it's not quite soft
it's slightly slippery but
with sandpaper edges
but I love it
because it's yours

and  I love the face you make before you sing
off-key, usually
but you don't hold back and
I love you for that too

and you're not particularly tall (you're exactly average, actually)
(but I'm barely on the tall side of average and
she's even taller so
you seem smaller than you are)
or dark
or even handsome, by most standards
but you're like a breath of fresh air every time I see you
(swiftly taken away by your bone-crushing hug)

and I love the face you make
when you're skeptical
even though it looks nothing
like a skeptical expression should

I even don't hate
the things I should hate you for
because you have never
made me feel like I am
difficult to love
(even though
I think I am)

Although I'm a little annoyed with
how you made all my love poems
disturbingly heteronormative
for a while

I loved you
before you told me
explicitly
that you liked
being around me
and I loved you even more after that

good god,
I love you so

and it scares me because I shouldn't
and it scares me because I can't
and it scares me because one or both of us will end up hurt
but I'll take the pain
now and later
I'll always sacrifice
for the happiness of my friends
like I said
and you thought I was being so kind and
noble
but I think it's cowardice
and it has
never
felt like a choice

Love is patient,
It willingly waits,
Accommodating the pace,
of others,
it is never in a haste.

Love is kind,
It provides support for the long haul,
even in the heaviest downpours.
It appreciates the efforts others make,
However small.

It does not envy, it does not boast.
It exudes humility wherever it goes.
Love is not proud,
"I" is never what it's about.
Love is not rude,
even when it's in a foul mood.

It is not self-seeking,
It does not fight for rights.
Love is not easily angered,
It does not stir up fights.

It keeps no records of wrongs.
Love is forgiving.
It is always protecting,
rather hurting itself than hurting another.

It is always trusting, hoping and persevering even
when the person repeatedly does the wrong thing.
Love never fails.

This is the love that I have.
The love bore to me in death.
When you died on that cross,
You paid the cost.

And now, I'm no longer lost.

Known you almost all my life
Got me singing
How much I've fallen for you
Much words I use in my poems
Are to describe you
Or talk about moments we shared over the years
I've told you so much
That my own parents wouldn't know me
If I opened up to them
Girl I see you like a friend
But still I've fallen for you
You've got me writing melodies
Just talking about how you make me feel
You've been away for a while now
But **** I saw you this morning
& nothing seemed to be different
You gave me your new number
And said "better use it cause I would love
To talk to you"
Reading this one may ask
How could you like someone who isn't around
Well this girl has been there just waiting for
Me to finish my adventures
To come home and settle down with her

Cold alone and unwanted cast away like so much garbage. I shiver alone in the wet and cold. I don't know why no one wants me. I can't figure out what I did wrong. I tried to be good, but apparently I wasn't. If I was then I wouldn't be here. All I wanted was to be loved, yet I was abused and rejected. Now I am abandoned and I see no hope for tomorrow. I just want someone to love me.

'Look Papa!'
the dirt on his shirt, faded
as he touched the
cold water that splashed his face
His father rubbed his head
for he had been brave today
Although the crease in his father's face
will no longer go away,
he squeezed his father's hand
letting him know they are safe

'Papa! We're near...'
The excitement in his voice
seeing the island
trailed off as
the boat going to and fro

oh no, the noise of chaos
is coming again

He thought these
waves are magic magnets
that takes away the fear and worries
of people
a wave that will take
them to a new place of hope

'My son...'
He tried to tighten the grip
and so does his weeping father
he was pulled down
the surface
with million film running in his head
and thought maybe he'll see his
loving mother and
the smiling face of his sister again

Not enough words are ever told.
We just think she's aware.
Simply because to others she's known as your woman.

Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's wonderful.
Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's beautiful.

Look her in the eyes.
And tell tell her, you love her.
Then watch that smile gleam.
Watch her eyes beam.

Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's a living dream.
To you, she's everything.
More than that she's your appointed Queen.

And watch what you receive in return?
Loving arms surrounding you.
Sweet tender lips kissing you.
A woman with high regards of love only for you.

Be that man she loves dearly.
Be that man she protects like you do her fearlessly.

Just look her in the eyes and speak.