it's only us. it's only now. a simple wish--it's only tonight.
“it’s 11:11,” you whisper, “make a wish.” i thought i was the only one who did that. but i guess i’m different, i wish in the mornings too, ‘cause my room is full of jars of unwished wishes, and cluttered with muse and memories, and i don’t have any more space. [i’ve fallen in this wishing well. i have to dig myself out of this, before i drown in flooding hope. but my shovel’s imaginary.]
we hold hands for the first time, just for comfort, nothing more, but that doesn’t stop another wish, forming at the back of my mind, that i have to stick in my pocket to save for a later time. the timer on it ticks, ticks, ticks, waiting for 11:11. but i don’t release it when the time comes, instead i wish. [11:11: i wish i knew what to do.]
[‘cause what do wishes do?]
my to-do list is doodled with hearts and hands, and i can’t make out if i’m supposed to wash dishes, or wish wishes. i figure it’s the first, but i’ll go with the second. [sometimes i scare me, but most of the time i don’t.]
we kiss for the first time, just for comfort, nothing more. i know it wasn’t the right thing to do, i could feel you stiffen, confused, but that doesn’t stop another wish, newly formed, flutter at the back of my mind. i sneak it into my pocket. [i wish i wish i wish i wish i wish]
you’re the best thing in my imaginary world. [i wish i wish i wish] real life doesn’t have anything like the sun on your hair as you swing, back and forth, back and forth. [i wish i wish i wish] or the way you smile when you see me, [i wish i wish i wish] or the way you jump off, and stumble towards me, [i wish i wish i wish] nevermind the cold, you brush off the awkward, and hug me, it’s friendly, but it’s not what i want, [i wish i wish i wish] and now i know, i’ve fallen in love accidentally on purpose. i only wish you had too. [11:11: i wish you loved like i do]
Coincidentally, I made a wish at 11:11, which was only about a half hour ago. And then I stumbled upon this piece.
Honestly, I hear this as a song, acoustic and sweet, ending on the beauty and heartbreak of a minor chord.
I love the concept that there's jars of unwished wishes, the endless thoughts from each day, and yet you tuck them away. As if you need to save them, because you already know what you're going to wish for each night, and it's importance comes before all else.
Your words captured me and touched my soul about two seconds into reading them.
My heart also broke at the repetition of 'just for comfort, nothing more'. A nonchalant stab in the dark when it comes to unrequited feelings. You couldn't have worded it better.
I could probably pick out several more lines (all of them?), but I don't want to repeat what your heart's already written. I just feel the honesty, I love the concept, and I especially adore the square brackets ;D
This is beautiful.
Coincidentally, I made a wish at 11:11, which was only about a half hour ago. And then I stumbled upon this piece.
Honestly, I hear this as a song, acoustic and sweet, ending on the beauty and heartbreak of a minor chord.
I love the concept that there's jars of unwished wishes, the endless thoughts from each day, and yet you tuck them away. As if you need to save them, because you already know what you're going to wish for each night, and it's importance comes before all else.
Your words captured me and touched my soul about two seconds into reading them.
My heart also broke at the repetition of 'just for comfort, nothing more'. A nonchalant stab in the dark when it comes to unrequited feelings. You couldn't have worded it better.
I could probably pick out several more lines (all of them?), but I don't want to repeat what your heart's already written. I just feel the honesty, I love the concept, and I especially adore the square brackets ;D
This is beautiful.
I cannot fully express what this poem means to me. "11:11" is something my husband and I always tried to catch before our relationship started and even now. Its one of those small memories that means so much. This poem is so beautiful, and I am so impressed with your style of writing and how it flows. Thanks for this awesome poem, I will Never forget it.
Hello, my name is William and I'm a write-aholic.
My first poem ever was written in January 2009, so I'm still pretty rough. Nothing is perfect, but I'm addicted to writing, and I do enjoy doing it.. more..