Does She Know

Started out as a piece wondering if she knew how I felt, then turned into nostalgia.

Does she know I still love her?

or that I think of her every day?

Or the fact that she lives 'round here

is a reason I stay?

Does she know I miss her cough?

and the way that she laughs?

I hope she knows how much I loved it

when she would tease me back

I loved making fun

and telling her she was loud

I loved acting like a fool

whenever she was around

I definitely never asked for her

Hell, she's not even my type

But I'd be lying if I said she's uninteresting,

or that if she moved I'd be alright

She's too beautiful for my taste

and did I mention she's loud?

She also had a habit

of arguing with online crowds

She could get carried away

in conversation or debate

and she wasn't always punctual,

so sometimes I had to wait

I know what you're thinking,

"He can't possibly love her!"

"Why he's speaking as if

he's completely done with her!"

I see what you mean,

but hear me out;

When I speak of her,

I feel every feeling and want to shout

Her eyes are gigantic

Like, damn, are those real?

A peek into those

turns my own into wheels

If I said that she's loud,

it's certainly true

Thankfully, her voice is music

and strangely that goes for her cough, too

And I have more to write,

but I'll run out of ink

There aren't enough trees in the world

for me to write all the things I think

I'm saying she's special

In so many ways

Even if she's a pain in the a*s,

she's a pain I don't want to go away

Author's Note

opinions welcome...also Happy Valentine's Day!