poems

l and h

when he looked at him, everything stopped

all that mattered, in the moment

was him

he would watch him do everything

his fingers going through his curly hair and fixing it

his jaw slowly pronouncing the words with his thick accent and deep voice

his hands clasped together as he played with the rings that he put on everyday

his eyes darting from thing to thing, his curiosity taking him away from reality

his massive hands buttoning up his floral shirt in the morning after a shower

his tongue licking his pink lips before speaking

there were things he wanted to do with him

he would want to put his hands on his waist and sway along to his favorite coldplay song while it rained outside

he would want put his hand on his warm cheek and slowly kiss him for minutes as the rest of the world passed by

he would want lay next to him and whisper good morning beautiful in his ear every morning

he would want to serenade him with beautiful words and lovely melodies every time he got sad

he would want to hold his hand every time he got nervous to calm him down

he would want to run away with him, start a new life

but

they were stopped

instead

he sits in his dark, lonely bedroom listening to coldplay as the harsh rain panged againist his window

he watches the world pass by with his lips thirsty and his hand cold

he wakes up alone in a cold bed and nobody to wake up with expect for the ghost he was forced to take home last night

he serenades millions of other people besides for him

he watches him suffer with anxiety and he can't stand it

he stays put

wanting to just

be with him

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i was feeling a bit larry af today so i was like hey, fuck it. hope you guys enjoyed this poem!

(and it's the things louis wants with harry, if you were confused)