You were busy
chattering
about how I was
everything
you were looking for.
According to you
I had that smile,
and I had the eyes,
and the mind
you wanted to know.
You liked my accent
when I spoke,
the crooked letters
from my pen.
You made me
feel things
I didn't know
I'd ever feel again.
Darling,
you always
saw things in me
that nobody
else did.
But along with me
came 3 AM conversations
and the tendency
to shut down.
I was never absent
physically
but my mind
admittedly
lingered elsewhere.
I gave you earfuls,
and my best.
And I promise
when you weren't
in front of me
I'd be thinking about
the countless things
I loved about you.
But when you were,
I tried so hard
to hide it,
because I was
convinced
boys don't
want the things
they already had.
And you had me.
