i'm in love
with the idea of you
next to me,
not as a lover
but as a best friend.
i'm in love with you,
and it's so fundamentally fraught
i can't separate right from wrong,
platonic from romantic,
but i want the friendly squeezes from you
and the laughs from millions
of midnight jokes.
i want to spend nights
looking up at the stars,
the very celestial objects
from which we descended;
hoping to find one
fall harder
than the first time
i heard your laugh
to the way you
avoid my gaze now.
i'm in love with you,
and i want to tell you
but i can't,
because of one reckless night
where i ruined everything.
my love has melted
into my regrets,
and my longing for a shattered infinity
has left only one thing to say.
i'm sorry
from the bottom of my existence,
but you'll never believe it
anyways.
~ desolate hearts
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
