This Poem Sucks as Much as My Mood Does

The soft smell of books entangled with the aroma of coffee reminds me of the first time I witnessed the light catch your blue eyes. 

That moment I fell hard and fast over the suicidal brink of this thing we title Love. 

I knew in that second you were him. 

Your dark hair fell over your soft white skin on those cheeks I would soon caress before sleep and I knew that you were him. 

The embrace we shared and the meal we ate, so easily confessing and I knew you were him. 

Day dreaming came true when I first kissed you on a comfortable couch in a comfortable home on a comfortable summer day

And I felt then that you were him. 

Falling asleep with a smile placed firmly on your chest, palms calm and rational holding me in close proximity to what I wished my future would continue to be, and again I felt you were him. 

Aspirations to continue your last name in a city or town or where ever we found a life to make our own, was a desire I shared alone. 

No future would ensue between me and you. Because I knew you were him, but you knew I was not her.

 

Happy Valentines Day I still love you and will continue to for the rest of my life. Did not think this would continue to be hard even now. But I will be okay. I deserve to be loved more than you could ever love me. The way I loved you.  

Reviews

[sivan]

Not sure about the ending but the poem was definately captivating... something made me keep reading so good work ;-}