Why must I be so in love with you?
Every thing I do brings back the depressingly lovely
thoughts of you.
Maybe it's the nonchalant way you smile when you see me
Or maybe the way your forest deep eyes gleam when you read my poem
Or maybe it's just God's way of perfection.
I'm sure I could become an Olympic Track runner after sprinting down the halls everyday
Just so I can stand next to you...
The way you laugh at my silly gestures brings joy into my compressed heart
The way you draw illustrations for my poem about depression makes me wonder
why did I ever write those when my cure is right in front of me?
If you only knew how much I smiled, cried, thought, and dreamed of this one text from you
Maybe then you'll understand
"...But you can call me your Batman..."
You would be my superhero.
My knight in shining armor.
My protection. My warmth. My security.
My First Love.
Maybe. Just Maybe.
This is God's idea of perfection.
You have no idea. You have no idea how many emotions you have brought upon me. You have no idea how much I want to feel your comforting arms around me. You have no idea how much I hope for a "Good Morning Beautiful" text from you. You have no idea how many times my friends have heard the same stories about you again and again and again. You have no idea how much of an impact you are in my life. If I ever lost you, my poems would have no meaning. I wouldn't have met you, I would never have felt love....
P.S. Before I met you, my poems have all been about hate, depression, and loneliness. The first poem I wrote about you was my first "happy" poem... You changed me and my life forever.... <3