I truly love you,
my heart aches we aren't together.
I know you're scared of our end,
but i'd love you forever.
I wish you could see,
what we could really be,
but you're too caught up in your past,
to think we could last.
You've told me you love me,
and that you wish you were mine,
you've told me you're not ready,
and to that i reply "it's fine".
But do you realize i'd wait,
you're that unique to me.
Do you realize what we have?
I know you know what we could be.
I keep my fingers crossed,
and i look for shooting stars.
I spend all my wishes on you,
because you are one of a few.
You know Im so picky,
that I know what i want,
and whenever i look around,
its you thats in front.
I'll keep my hopes up,
although i know chances are slim,
that maybe one day you'll realize,
our future would be anything but dim.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 11:58 PM UTC
I truly love you,
my heart aches we aren't together.
I know you're scared of our end,
but i'd love you forever.
I wish you could see,
what we could really be,
but you're too caught up in your past,
to think we could last.
You've told me you love me,
and that you wish you were mine,
you've told me you're not ready,
and to that i reply "it's fine".
But do you realize i'd wait,
you're that unique to me.
Do you realize what we have?
I know you know what we could be.
I keep my fingers crossed,
and i look for shooting stars.
I spend all my wishes on you,
because you are one of a few.
You know Im so picky,
that I know what i want,
and whenever i look around,
its you thats in front.
I'll keep my hopes up,
although i know chances are slim,
that maybe one day you'll realize,
our future would be anything but dim.
Now in this poem it is my perspective (building off of my last published poem titled "from his perspective)