There were boys tripping over themselves
to have me.
Do they not see?
I already belong.
One tried to kiss me,
laughed up close to his face.
Down, one more shot,
tripping, falling over you,
into the chair.
Tasted only peppermint *****
not your warmth, not his.
You were somewhere else as well.
Was it your bed?
Or did you kiss a girl, presented she was there?
Nevermind, I might throw up glitter, and my guts.
I just want true kindness,
mutual adoration,
someone gentle,
just as you are.
Or maybe I wish it to be you.
My friends say I've grown insane
to pour love, not asking for it back.
Merely happy if you are happy,
if that means being your friend.
You shall then never confirm if you have suspicions.
But I could not kiss him.
I was only thinking of you.
This guy said I was a star from a music clip,
perfect as can be,
all that to get me to touch him.
You never said that.
Contrary, you call me bright,
capable of taking on the world with stride,
still cute as button,
the tenderness of rooting for another's growth.
There is no other for me.
So I will keep pouring out,
to pour love, not to fill a cup if yours spills,
but to pour on the ocean of the love you receive.
Some early mornings,
missing you dearly,
overthinking completely
that you hate me somehow.
Perhaps you discovered my innocence is nothing but fault.
My looks, my intelligence are just not up to par.
Maybe, just maybe, I laughed too hard,
weirded you out.
Still, I urge you to keep receiving
while I am willing to give,
or forevermore remember my smile
while the light hits just right,
right across the sea,
beneath a cherry tree.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 6:22 PM UTC
There were boys tripping over themselves
to have me.
Do they not see?
I already belong.
One tried to kiss me,
laughed up close to his face.
Down, one more shot,
tripping, falling over you,
into the chair.
Tasted only peppermint *****
not your warmth, not his.
You were somewhere else as well.
Was it your bed?
Or did you kiss a girl, presented she was there?
Nevermind, I might throw up glitter, and my guts.
I just want true kindness,
mutual adoration,
someone gentle,
just as you are.
Or maybe I wish it to be you.
My friends say I've grown insane
to pour love, not asking for it back.
Merely happy if you are happy,
if that means being your friend.
You shall then never confirm if you have suspicions.
But I could not kiss him.
I was only thinking of you.
This guy said I was a star from a music clip,
perfect as can be,
all that to get me to touch him.
You never said that.
Contrary, you call me bright,
capable of taking on the world with stride,
still cute as button,
the tenderness of rooting for another's growth.
There is no other for me.
So I will keep pouring out,
to pour love, not to fill a cup if yours spills,
but to pour on the ocean of the love you receive.
Some early mornings,
missing you dearly,
overthinking completely
that you hate me somehow.
Perhaps you discovered my innocence is nothing but fault.
My looks, my intelligence are just not up to par.
Maybe, just maybe, I laughed too hard,
weirded you out.
Still, I urge you to keep receiving
while I am willing to give,
or forevermore remember my smile
while the light hits just right,
right across the sea,
beneath a cherry tree.
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