With every inch of me, since day one. When her hair is messy. Uncombed and curly, Pulled back into a sloppy ponytail That falls so chaotically across her shoulders. With several strands pulled out, framing her face. A cigarette delicately tucked, safely behind her ear.
I love her. After she wakes up. Eyes blackened from her obsessive and excessive use of makeup. With awful breath and resting ***** face, She is Beautiful.
I love her. When we stand outside. And rays of sunshine illuminate her brown eyes, Turning them into endless vats of amber, Untouched by man. Glistening until the end of time.
I love her. When she is curled into me. Sleeping deeply and soundly, Snoring louder than my thoughts, Shaking and Twitching from whatever goes on in her beautiful subconscious.
I love her. With no expectations of reciprocation. I understand I do not fit the criteria due to inevitable reasons. One day I will, and it will be beautiful.
I love her. And because of that I will change. I will become what she needs because if I have her my body does not matter. She is the one of my dreams. The one I think about at midday and midnight. The one my most lovely of poems are of. The one I have only truly loved. She does not find me attractive in the way I do her.
But that is okay. Because I love her. And one day, She Will Love Me
Iยดm in love with a straight girl, and she loves me too but cannot be with me because Iยดm female.