Random Poems

Straight, but she's the one.

If I told you I loved a girl,
Would you believe me?

What if I told you that the person I liked, was different from the rest?

Is it possible for me to love someone freely and still be straight?

I don't know what I'm thinking, but I feel as though they're the one.

Pale skin, pretty eyes, loving heart and caring hands. She's the one.

Pretty flaws, crawling thoughts, late night talks and a wonderful imagination. They're the one.

Long texts, stolen hearts, mesmerizing talent and swollen eyes. She's the one.

But however much as I may claim to love them, they are not mine.
She's insecure but I see nothing they ramble of, they're wonderful in every aspect and I don't know what they see.

Panic attacks and creeping anxiety, I love her all the way through and through.

Awesome style but dark thoughts, I still think she's the one.

Watching her blunders and laughing at 3 am, I know I'm in trouble, but I love her the most.

Our rooms are different and so are our lives. When will the two points meet, I've no clue.

All I ask of you is to believe me when I say I'm straight, but still manage to love them somehow. Guess it's their magic power.

Laughing corpses and undying ghosts, I've got to say, please don't leave me just yet.

My life isn't dark, but with you it's light, I don't care about the world but I care for you. You're the one.

-Rosabel🌹