The Things I Could Never Do

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I imagine the things I could never do with you.

Is it wrong that I think of you sleeping with him?

I cant give you my love, my touch, my heart, my body.

I want to kiss you, but now he does.
I want to hold you, but now he does.
I want to hold your hand, but now he does.

I want to dance with you in an empty ballroom. Just the two of us, in rhythm, in sync.
Looking into each other's eyes, holding each other by the waist.

*in reality* Seeing your name in my face makes me squrriely, smiling like an idiot.

I like to let you know what's happening in my life.

Even if it's depressing, but then I feel guilty.

That I basically use for emotional support, but you tell me "my arms are open for you." "Tell me what you need."

I feel like shit recently, but you still tell me you're proud of me.

Is it wrong that I still want you in my life being confused from having both platonic & romantic feelings for you? I want to be your best friend, but I want to feel you holding me in your arms, whispering in my ear, 'I love you.'

I can't help but feel butterflies.
Flying so much, that I can't breathe.
I had to take a breath after I felt you touch my elbow staring straight into my eyes.

That might've not been intentional, but you grabbed my attention by my heart strings.
Now the strings doesn't want to leave.
I'm broken inside, but I refuse to let the strings go.

I worry that you don't want my baggage, but I'm in 100% for yours.
I know you'll never want me the way I want you.
Even though I imagined myself with you, I had a feeling it would leave us both damaged.

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