the forms of all my lovers : poetry

lovely

last summer i realised
people are rarely who they promise to be

but you
god you are exactly
what i dreamt of

i watch you intently
even as you do nothing interesting
i think there's a beauty
in your authenticity

i cant put you into words

if i could
i wouldn't have to try to burn the image of you into my head for when you're not around
and i'm feeling alone

oh and please don't break
just when i'm about to
brush the thought of you away

it makes this harder
and even the thought of tomorrow
terrifies me enough