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  Jan 2015 Matthew Bourgeois
Evan Hayes
"Notice me Senpai"

Something that started as a joke
But now it's just fact
But if you try to tell me that
You were just kidding
I will take my bidding
I'm the winner of the prize
Oh yes I am
Wisemen of the wise

You were always my favorite
I was always celibate
You said I was full of it
Maybe in the moshpit

Say my name
No not that one
Say the one you say to me
When you're lonely
Say the one that will tame
The one that my heart won
A recent text message that i liked too much
I like that you write poems about me.
You say you aren't good with words.
But I understand what you're saying.
You say you don't know how.
But I'm receiving your message.
And the day that all happiness will fade.
Is the day I stop seeing your beautiful words.
Sitting on my dash.
  Jan 2015 Matthew Bourgeois
ThePoet
Your eyes are
my weakness
Your scent is
my proneness

Your lips are
my vulnerability
Your hair is
my susceptibility

Your voice is
my instability
Your touch is
my humility

Your lust is
my inferiority
Your love is
my superiority

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You
You know who you are
The love of my life
The only one capable of making me truly smile
I'm myself around you
Not that mask I put on every morning
Because for that split second.. When I see you
My mask disappears.
Whenever I hear your laugh
When I see your smile
Being with you in general
It turns me back into myself.
I love you.
You.
You have no idea how important you are to me.
  Jan 2015 Matthew Bourgeois
R
a year will be here
soon enough and I cannot seem to
control myself when I am around you
the sound of your name pushes my
heart of my chest and the touch of your
fingertips let me know that you're not all
ice you are a burning fire that consumes my
soul and roars with the wind in the winters
brisk air and I've never met someone who could
take my heart and burn it with their eyes as if I had
never seen a fire before which is true, I have never
been burned by another person before because how could I
possibly let someone inside of me that way?
our hands touched and I instantley knew that you owned every single
part of me, including my wrecked and aching soul that could only seem
to see that you were the one for me and we took a chance that some are
afraid to take, and we were too, but we took this chance on us because
we could see that something was there, something called love was there
and I've never felt so beautiful in my entire life, you have loved me time
after time and have showed me how this horrible world isn't so horrible,
it is actually quite beautiful in a way, but you have showed me
that life isn't just about grades and being touched by
someone who doesn't burn your very being
but that this life is about the love that
you can hear in the middle of the
night when you are starting to
fall asleep and the smell of
her hair when you are
telling her you will
love her forever.
Something about Love which is also about L. It's almost been a year. I love you so much.
  Jan 2015 Matthew Bourgeois
Lunar
I just want you
to be happy
but sometimes
and selfishly
I want to be
your happiness

But
'happiness is a choice'
you say
and you didn't choose me

I clung onto the idea
since you made me happy
it would be the same for you

What is happiness now?
where has it gone to?
In time, society has robbed us
the real meaning of happiness

Go on your own way
and pursue your happiness
for your smile, is my smile
your laugh, is my laugh

and I'll be happy
when you find your happiness
because I love you
always have, always will
When a boy thinks of a girl

his cheeks don't go red,
nor do his pupils dilate
but his heart beats as fast
as a horse's gallop in race

His lips strongly tremble
in the midst of conversation
his legs that won't settle
due to headstrong infatuation

her beauty overwhelms him
her cold hand warms his heart
her gaze,  like Medusa's
a romantic work of art

his thoughts full of appreciation
for whatever form she may have
a wonderful mem'ry,  imagination
a thought that can't be grasped

his thoughts he can't express
his mouth he cannot open
his words he can't confess
but his heart, ť was always broken

but all this is not really
'bout when a boy thinks of a girl
because in these words you can tell
that he had always loved her.
does the girl think of the boy?
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