I love(d) everything about you every fibre, every detail
I love(d) watching you whenever you weren't looking your serious face, or when you walk ahead of me the way you walk and the way you move your shoulders
I love(d) the veins on your hands as if they're a road map do they lead to your heart?
I love(d) the way you smile and your face too close to mine and I would say "stop" but I love(d) staring at those brown eyes of yours
I love(d) the talks that we have late at night when we are both vulnerable and you'd tell me things you've never told anyone and so will I together, we'll share, this secret
And from time to time I'd sneak a look and your eyes would meet mine then i'd pretend it was merely a coincidence silently happy, that you were looking too
I love(d) when I would act silly and then you would join me we'd act silly together, and they would wonder why those 2 kids aren't normal but we both know that being normal is boring
and I am sorry that my walls, which i built are too high, too thick and I wanted to let you in so I'd try and try and try and kick at them
but they're too high, and too thick for your patience were wearing thin
I despised myself for building such walls
and whenever I am near to giving up I would remember those times we spent together
so I'd kick at those walls, even when you're simply just touching it, not trying to break it anymore
those happy memories ah, good times good times
but then I'd hear my alarm at 6 in the morning knowing it was just a dream
and my walls are finally breaking
but something else broke together with it realizing that dreams, will only be dreams
I feel like im vulnerable by writing a poem like this. (still editing) the title is "out of love" because the person I'm writing for is out of love for me. I'm expecting the worst, thinking that this person will never want to be with me anymore, so there's a (d) at the end, because I am only thinking about the past, and that it will only remain in my dreams.