Always

a night. a love. a life.

We were friends

we were JUST supposed to be friends

I tried not to like you

I stuffed all my feelings away

in all those bottles I keep inside

Every night, as you lit up my phone screen,

they tried to escape a little

But every morning, I stuffed them back

I reevaluated- no we're just friends.

I don't even really like girls. right?

So why do you make me smile so?

Why do I get flutters when I see you?

Why is everything better when you're around?

Why do your eyes light up when we're together?

But that night, the one night, you know the one.

You were trying to calm me

You were right there, holding me.

I couldn't keep my feelings stuffed away

neither could you.

You held me

You kissed me

Your hands making their way

finding their way

underneath blankets

navigating my skin.

That was the night.

You knocked all my bottles over.

My ocean of feelings came pouring out

I tried to put them back the next morning

but with you

the bottles won't stand anymore

I want your hand in mine

I want your lips to be the match for mine

to be navigating my skin

as your hands find their way underneath more layers

Because, together

Our messy makes sense

Because, together

Our messy is beautiful

and life becomes more manageable.

I love it, as I love you.

I wasn't supposed to like you.

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you.

I was questionable

But you

You make me so very gay

Whether with broken hearts

Or hearts full of love

We'll be there

Always, always.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Love prevailed! Wonderful story and beautiful blessing, I enjoyed reading this, I have a similar
write called blossoming love, I think you will enjoy, thanks for sharing, congrats
and b-blessed!

[Elie Marie]

thanks! Will you send me a read request for it?
I'm falling behind because I was away and then sick but I plan on getting back to it soon :)

[The StoryTeller]

Beautiful story of love crossing borders! So true, so strong, so amazing. Is it a true story? And this reminds me of your poem that talks about trying to shove stuff into bottles but the lids keep popping off.

[Elie Marie]

it is related.
and it is a true story... which is still in the confused stage.

[The StoryTeller]

well i think it shouldnt be :)

[Elie Marie]

it's not on my end.

[The StoryTeller]

Oh. Well, for that person too. ;)

[Emily]

I love the story behind it!
Well done!

[Lenah Mehzabin]

Elie marie ..I don't know how but we are related maybe we don't know but we are some how
Your poem ,There is sonthing .but u wrote it very beautifully don't mind or over think of what i said ..i just said : )

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the positive energy and feel in the poem. It is good when someone excite the mind and heart. I like how you led to the every good ending. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Einstein Noodle]

my mantra is that confessional poems are difficult to pull off .. "Lets just be friends" never seems to work usually ends a relationship .. no matter how hard we try .. :) the sensual thread in your poem is a hook for sure .. i hope these two hearts find peace ..
E.

[Elie Marie]

thank you so much for your comments and taking the time to read my poems and respond :)