I wasn't flirting,
I was simply being polite,
Is that so unusual?
Can't a guy hold a door,
Offer a seat,
Give a compliment,
Smile with warmth,
Give a hug,
Kiss a cheek,
Hold a hand,
Walk arm in arm,
Buy dinner,
Have a few drinks,
Go back to her place,
Massage her feet,
Fool around a little,
Stay the night,
Enjoy a lingering brunch,
- without it being made into such big deal?
Women! They blow things out of all proportion.

magic sweet words
tumult breathless,
teasing over others:
she spins her web,

spins intricately,
nattily: ages of
scalding have done
her in perhaps,

or stabs that refusal
brings, this is how
she is, will be, busy in
her impenetrability

a tightrope walker,
a smooth talker,
faker, giver, taker,
the silk is thick,

her clean heart
thus corrupted
she has trouble
sometimes, I

can see it in her
eyes, the distortion
of not knowing, for
those few dangling

moments, who she is,
face / mask
voice / silence
agreement / refusal

I may have persevered
I may have stayed
if only the years
weren't slipping away,

I wish neither of us
were built this way.

Your face
Sooooooo **** cute.
Your lips.
soft. Oh my god...so soft
Your eyes.
Perfect. So bright and full of life
Your hair
The way it blows in the wind got me worked up, ***.
I love every thing about you.
Your voice is so soothing
I could be in the middle of gunfire,
Hear your voice
And
relax
You cary me away into another world.
my wonder woman
Perfect in all ways...
Better than wonder woman.
Better than any woman.
If i may,
Can i say,
You  are hot.
****.
Beautiful
Stunning
all of the above
Your personality is unmatched.
I tell you this alot.
But only now have i chosen
To focus
On you
Further
And see
What my eyes see
As well as
What my heart sees.
I love you.
My dear, dear Angel.
Just knowing that you love me
  Sends me to the moon
(That was cheesy af)
But its true.
Baby,
Oh  my god
I love you

Babe,
I love you.
I know that things seem perfect
But im not.
I never was.
See,
I wished upon a life
That could not be achieved
I love you.
Your face
Eyes
Everything
I know ive said it a million times but
Im curious to know
have you accepted it yet?
Because no matter how many times
I say it
You just kind of roll your eyes
Give a slight smile
And kiss me ever so gently.
Babe,
You wanted a poem
And i didnt want to write it just yet
Because i was waiting for the right words.
These words,
Though never enough to describe you
Finally sailed to me.
Babe,
You make me a poet
You are my inspiration for all happy words
You are happy.
So **** cute
And even a bit sassy too.
I cant tell you
How glad i am to have met you
Beauty surrounds you.
Ita so strange that you are with a skrub like me...
But life doesnt always come out with a direct explenation, does it ***?
Babe,
So sweet and kind.
A man like me should not have a girl like you.
But when i roll over in bed,
There you are.
You hold me so tight.
I lose my sight
But dont mind.
You are all i need to see.
All i want
All i need
Babe,
This is for you.
I love you

Why throw me into doubt?
Look at me,
You know my hearts never been out
Of the little box of love you've seen.

Why drunkenly kiss my hand?
And why right then?
You knew I was afraid again,
Why usher the doubt in?

Why you, in your maturity,
You knew better:
Knew better than to touch me.

Voicing your warnings of wait,
From a vantage
Of bitter taste.

Friend ,
I was young and happy,
Why widen the crack
For doubt to come it.

actually i lied to you, that one time in my car when we were having a happy morning on our way to go swimming after we got coffee, you asked me if i listened to classical music and i told you i didn't-

and quite frankly i'm listening to classical music this very moment trying to think of a poetic way to phrase "i wish you were in my bed making out with me right now. that you were here sliding your fingers between mine as we were talking about anything, maybe just talking **** because you like that i'm nice but that i'm not actually a nice girl."

it *was cute that you were so particular about dental hygiene each morning, even the time you made my gums bleed a little. ( i say *was because who the hell knows if we'll look at each other like that again now that times past ) maybe it's not something i'll lose sleep over while you're down south but i'm absolutely curious what part of your memory you file my name under. i wonder if you think you've got me all figured out or if i'm a puzzle of the ocean on a blue day with 10,000 pieces to you.

- sorry i called you weak that first time you slept over, kind of

Your hair is as black as the night
Yet shines in the light.
Honey,
Your smile
Toys with my heart.
Theres something about you.
your eyes
Forgive me for being vague
But im afraid your beauty has me at a bit of a loss.
I wish i could buy you the moon
And catch that crow you always wanted.
I want to take your sorrow
And bury it deep within the ground.
I want to hold your hand
And fly you to the sky
That way
You could touch the clouds
And breathe in the stars.
Honey
Please
wont you be mine?
Honey
Wont you be my countess
My supreme ruler.
Be my queen
Guide me on this path
So i may melt your heart.
Your skin
Bronze and perfect.
Your perfume
Catches me with every pass.
No no no
How can this be?
Perfection isnt supposed to be possible
And yet
here you are
Bending my heart
Beating faster as you pass.
****
What kind of love is this
You got me
Writing for you.
Chelseax,
Thia is for you.
So honey,
Please join me
*tonight and forever

i lost control today
a fool i am, for you flirt obnoxiously in front of my ******* face
i know you do not love me but i still feel pain knowing i will be replaced and that all i am to you is waste of space
sorry for the inconvenience
- a.h.

You put down my drink
complete with four straws,
exhaling a nervous ramble
of rehearsed words.

You told me that you
'didn't know what colour
would be my favourite so'
you 'put one in of each.'

I looked down to see
one yellow, one blue,
one pink and one green
dismissing you with a thank you,

but I wish I instead
would of stopped you
and told you for future,
my favourite is yellow.

all in all
I am glad
to have
dived in

to have
made for
myself
the leap

rushing through
the tiny crevice
a pause brought
between prolonged
talk, mostly her
rambling excited
expectant chatter,
and I exhaling
grunted assents

from there to
her glistening
left cheek,
how diminutive
form requires
adjustments    
and the heart
how it sprouts
flares, serenades
vulnerability
again, again

thus to declare
that there's no
sweeter nectar
than a stolen
kiss, that little
tinge of a moment
that you may miss,

risk a slap instead,
or a beating, for
flirtation, youth
and lonely strolls
are extremely fleeting...