The I Don't Love You, I Love Him Poem.A Poem by kookoobananasThis is about a boy I casually dated my senior year of high school, while secretly lusting after someone else.I don’t know what I wish for, but I don’t think you’re
it. Don’t get me wrong I think you’re very attractive And during anatomy class when she talks about the different
muscle groups, I think of your bare chest and back instead. How it looked in the dark of my basement Or in the back of our friend Paige’s car (It looked very lean and sexy, if you were wondering.) And believe me, when that’s on my mind I can hardly focus on
anatomy. Which I’m sure you can imagine isn’t too good for my
grades. I like your eyes too, so really Don’t take this note the wrong way I think you are lovely Just maybe not enough…
But back to your eyes: They’re a nice blue, kind of greyish And I could go on and on about your teeth. (I love the way they point down in a nice sharp angle on
either side, it makes your smile suggestive) And I like the broadness of your shoulders. (But wouldn’t any girl?) Which is why I’m thinking This isn’t anything special…
no offense. Because you do make me laugh, honest And we had a lot of fun that one time In the cold on a Sunday Trying to catch that train (Even though we knew we were going to miss it) And I obviously am attracted to you But… It doesn’t feel the same As when I look into his eyes Which could be the same “nice” blue as yours But seem to peel back each layer And melt into this other more “Divine” blue Simply because Something is different And I’m sorry to tell you this, but I don’t know what it is I sort of wish I knew, so that I could kiss you some night Or some afternoon While I had nothing to do But the fact is I don’t think about kissing you every fraction of every
second Of every day After I’ve kissed you once And when I think about the last time I kissed him I fall just short of breath And I want to write it all down on a piece of paper Or tap it all down on a keyboard Or document it somehow Because I want to be able to hold that feeling I want to be able to have some sort of evidence That it took place Do you sort of understand? With him it’s not trivial There is no do I or don’t I? There is just this feeling that my insides are too large for
my exterior to hold Like I am pushing on the boundaries That sew my internal organs together And with you it’s just different I do not mean for this to be an insult Like I said you are a wonderful guy And if you are hurt that is okay And if you aren’t that is okay (Because this boy I am talking about may not love me) But the world will go on And this doesn’t mean you aren’t special But you just aren’t what I wished for. © 2013 kookoobananasAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 27, 2013 Last Updated on February 27, 2013 Tags: love, simplicity, honesty, reality, confusion AuthorkookoobananasSan Diego, CAAbout19 year old psych major who is trying to get it all down on paper, with the right flow. Jill Scott is one of my biggest inspirations! And I hope that I never get sick of writing poetry. Please feel fr.. more..Writing
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