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.