you see,

i'm not so good with words,
and cannot weave lines that rhyme,
or compose brilliant poems.


my words,

if only i could find them,
will tell you how much you're beautiful,
about your sweet smile, and your beautiful hair.


i can't wait,

for when we get to hold hands,
when i get to catwalk in your size 42 high heels,
go to a spanish club together, and reminisce why we don't talk about bruno.


i feel so lucky,

thinking about the randomness of how we met,
how you caught me in a way i'll always remember,
or maybe we really are meant to be together?


i always blush,

when i think about your sweet smiles and beautiful hair,
the standing girl emoji and the doll from squid game,
the too many times to count i stare at your beautiful pictures.

I didn't want you,
I wanted love
and I have realised
that they are not the same thing.

You were a mould
that I poured my insecurities in,
a computer I tried to program.

But you are a sky,
stormy and clear and rainy and warm.

You were so blue when I longed for red.

I didn't want you.
I wanted the thought.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Why do I feel like
the only actor
Among Y'all humans

Why do I feel like
the only sinner
Among y'all saints.

Why do I feel like
the only masked man
Among Y'all maskless.