Sunday Night Shifts Are My New Favorite

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Sunday night shifts are my favorite
Not because it's dead
What kind of worker do you think I am?
When I have to do something, I do it to my best potential
And I bust my a*s until it's finished
I don't like Sunday night shifts because
The week starts again tomorrow
No, getting out of work at 11 pm then
Getting up at 6
Is never
EVER
a fun thing to do.
Take it from someone
Who's been awake 80% of this weekend
I don't like Sunday night shifts because
I get to jam out to Cool Kids
And
All of Me
Even though
All of me
Does love
All of you
No, Sunday night closing shifts are my favorite
Because it was on that shift
That I figured out
We were on the same page
That we both felt
Such strong feelings for each other
(Your face is probably getting red right now)
^If it wasn't then, it is now. ;)
Sunday night shifts are my favorite because
It was the shift I found out
"i absolutely love you (but duh)
youre the only person
willing
to see things from my perspective and really just get it"
It was the shift that I found out
You are the one for me
We were meant for each other
And I'm already committed
Whether you like it or not
(Dear God please like it, no one else has yet)
^not a guilt trip, don't worry
You know you can be yourself around me
And tell me how you really feel
It was the shift I found out
That
No one else will ever get me
Like you do
But wait
You thought this poem was about someone?
It isn't. Not even close. This is me trying something new.
Trying to be vague
See how much I'm failing?
It's because it's hard to not scream to the world
How much I love you
How much you mean to me
How much I'm committed
How much we are alike
How special you are
So get the f**k over it, dude
This is blatantly about someone
And you can be pissy all you want, kid
But you'll never understand what I'm talking about
Unless you're a dweeb
With red cheeks
And pastel pink hair
And the best soul
And best mind
I've ever seen
And the most beautiful inside
And the most angelic outside
But, yeah, I'm tired now
I'm glad I got this out
But um, yeah
I hope this was vague enough
Lol
Love you
You f*****g dweeb
With lovely red cheeks

Reviews

[Elwyn]

thank goodness it is 6:04 am and my hands are still cold because that means I can use them as ice packs for my face. Because you totally totally called this, and you totally know my facial capillaries are rather partial to you. and I really don't even know what to say about this poem (except maybe I should get it tattooed on my brain) because I love it (and you) so very much.

[Closing Thoughts]

Okay, I don't have much time, but I read this poem, and I loved it, so I have to leave a little review.
First of all, the cuteness of this whole situation is too much. You two are literally making me sick. Ah. Love. Too much.

Anyway, about the actual writing, I do love it. You're new with freeverse but you're handling it like a pro. I like the little bit of information you put in about yourself (being a hard worker and whatnot.) I love the descriptions, I love the flow to it all. I love the part about the horrible music you have to listen too (you listen to Dunkin radio?) I thought that was funny. I like how this is addressed to an outsider, but is also a very private and person poem. Readers will never fully comprehend the situation, because they aren't this (incredibly amazing and super special) girl. But my favourite part of this poem is that it's about one of my best friends, and I'm happy that whatever is going on between you two (I'm not even going to attempt to label it) is going on.

[bringthestoke]

Thank you very much!:) and I'm happy too. c: