I’m not conventionally nice.
I don’t throw glitter in smiles and love by eyes
I don’t ask if you need help, because I know you don’t
I know I’m not conventionally nice
But I will ask you how your day was and what troubles your brain at night
I will let you talk about what keeps your eyes glistening and what allows your smile to last
I will let you hold my hand as you go through unbearable times
But I’m not conventionally nice
I will love you and when I do, I’ll never stop not because I’m nice
But because if I’m committed to you heart, I’ll forever remain committed
You can’t expect me to seem the sweetest, because I will disappoint you
But you can expect little notes of poetry and small love letters
I’ll will always remind you to eat and sleep well
And I’ll always tell you when something isn’t good for you
Because even if I’m not conventionally nice
I’m full of love and life for you

He says to me,
"I want you",
and therefore i said to him
"But you don't need me, do you?"
He replies back,
"i need you yes"

I am part of your smile today.
I might be in the curl of your lip,
In the corner glint of your eyes;
Or the concave of a dimple.

I will trip across your tongue today
When you speak of plans;
I will be today's man,
Clear the wreckage from the storm,
The tempest that began your day,
Reminding you we too were young.

When on your morning walk,
You might feel my hand slip in
And be with you awhile,
In your thoughts and smiles.

I lie,
My head placed between your *******,
Rising and falling with every breath you take,
The smell of your skin,
And the feeling of your delicate fingers running through my hair,
I hear the birds outside singing,
This feels what life is for.

I raise my head to see your smiling face.

"Morning handsome!"

As your voice fills my ears,
I am complete.

Through the words you have written,
I see a broken spirit

Perhaps i could be freinds with your demons?
Hear the text through deep conversations

As the person you portray to the world is different Writer's man,
Carless, heartless, angry and chaotic

Yet Writer's man,
Your Poems show a beaten man overpowered by his inner evils and addictions.

I know this seems bizarre Writer's man,
But is it possible i fell for you as i read every line?

Our drunk moments may mean nothing to you...
But they cling to my memories

I must admit,
I am broken myself
but perhaps
we could be broken together?

Writer's man, Could i hear your dark thoughts, raw emotions and hug you on your darkest days?
Only time will tell

it’s so much easier said than done
should i stay or should i run
i love you with my whole heart
but why does it feel like i’m falling apart
i know i need to let you go
but part of me cant take that blow
i want to continue to date
but we have to end this before it’s too late

Hold my beating heart,
it's the only piece of me
I still live without

3:59 PM
12/9/20