I miss you,
I miss your flesh and
even your bones
I miss your face and
Terrible jokes
I miss you the same way a body misses it’s soul
And when your gone,
I decay just the same.
Now that I’ve fallen for you,
I can’t imagine myself
Without you.

I fell for you in the winter
my bones cold
I was decaying with fallen leaves
and I remember the books
How they described this feeling
with countless metaphors
But it’s like reading about gravity
And falling for the first time
With no way to see
What’s going to catch you.

It’s hard, being in love with you
Being constantly reminded
You’ll never want me

It’s hard
That I see you
As the most perfect human being
That I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

It’s hard that I want to kiss you
Every time you open up your mouth to speak.
I want to make love to you
Give you all the pleasures my flesh can give.

It’s hard especially
Being in love with you
Knowing
You’ll never want me .

on the days you forget how to exist
i'll remind you ,
i'll take you to beach
and kiss you under the stars,
i'll read you all my poetry-
even the ones I don't show anyone.

on the days you don't feel loved
ill take you to movies
show you a rom com and every time
someone says something corny ill kiss you
and read you all the love poems made by my hand.

on the days you need me,
ill be here waiting
despite that your not mine
and I am irrevocably
yours.

I've  never believed in love,
or true love or
just platonic love
I just don't see the point
I mean I don't know
what is this feeling  I look at you
and I see everything
I look at you and I can't ever see myself pulling away
but your not the most beautiful human I've ever laid my eyes on,
I can't even argue that your only beautiful on the inside. nevertheless
I think I've begun to do the thing all the books say happen-
what all poems root from  
I've begun
to fall
for you.