I. Now
I know I love you, I just don't know what kind.
I'm not sure if I want to know
It's easier to simply assume it's a platonic love.
//
I think I love you, and it's hard even admit.
I know I don't want to know
It's simpler to believe this love stops at that.
II. Still now
We're a working progress
And let's not jump to conclusions
After all; we shouldn't ruin what we've built
//
I have felt more and more alive
But also terrified for life
I can't let this ruin us
III. Before
I don't know why these tears only fall
At your presence, at your voice
Oh, there's a certain calmness you always bring, no?
//
We're going to let the tears fall
Because then you can be okay
And I'll smile without realizing it
IV. Another before
The late, late night talks
Tell more stories than I sometimes wish
Yet it's okay because somehow I trust you
//
There's too many lies I give
Though you don't seem care or even realise
And I wonder why I can't leave
V. Way before
You know you're so far faraway?
Shielding yourself from the world--
Or the world from yourself?
//
I find myself not caring about the world
Or what the world does to me
You say why, I answer: because why not?
VI. Now
I love you, I say.
Maybe we won't know what kind of love
But you're loved, one way or another
//
Thanks, I reply. It's platonic, okay.
Can't be anything else
If so, then I'll hurt the way I always do
VII. After
It's a warming feeling
To see you there, waving your hand back at me
a soft smile on your face
//
You have always been strong enough by yourself
So I'll wave because it's goodbye
This is as far as this love can go
finished at 11.11
[i will always have no idea]
inspired by Waking Up Slowly - Gabrielle Aplin
YOU ARE READING
to be found
Short Storysome people are just waiting to be found by the love of their life. but waiting doesn't really suits you, dear. // here's to the what ifs and couldve beens, presented in series of short stories and poems