you're funny, like my friends /
you talk like them, you walk like them, like the same things as them / and we, we get along just like them / but this is a love poem / so, of course you are different /
you're funny, in a way that smiles lasts for days / even when what was said wasn't even a joke to begin with / you talk, as if you there's lightness around you and there's time (there’s time) to run around - and to sit, quietly
(can you do that with me?)
/ yet you don't just like things, you love things - things that make you bright - you love the things I am /
but you can still be like them / like my friends, still.
/ but this / this is a love poem / so of course, you'll always be different to me
wrote this when I realized that I was starting to see the person turn into something more than a friend. I was scared and hesitant, so I wrote. and while I was, the last line wrote itself - translation, it's too late but it's also wonderful. it's fragile but it's the way things are right now, hence why this turned out to be a love poem after all.
