One Sided

Every time I hear you laugh,

I’m reminded of how easily I could fall in love with you,

But I’m not supposed to.

I want to curl up on the couch with you,

And watch all your favorite movies,

Because I love the way you love them.

I want our memories to be the most beautiful things you’ve ever watched.

And I want you to watch them over and over again.

I want you to show me your history,

And I want to be part of your future.

I want to write you into my story,

The way I’m writing this poem for you.

One you’ll never see,

Never read,

Because I can’t tell you,

That I’m falling in love with the sound of your heart beat,

And the way it builds like a storm in your chest,

Thunder pounding my ear drum,

As I run my fingers down your stomach.

And I’m falling in love with the way you touch me.

Every brush of your finger tips,

Like lightening across my skin.

Illuminating my soul,

In the darkness of your bedroom.

I can’t tell you how much I want to kiss you,

As rain falls around us on a chilly autumn evening.

You’re body keeping me warm,

Until we’re inside,

Stripping wet clothes of our bodies and tossing them in a pile on the floor,

I can’t tell you that I love the way you look naked,

Or in sweatpants,

Or in jeans,

Or that jacket that makes me laugh.

Because every time you wear it I think about the first night I spent with you,

Giggling at your excitement to share little pieces of your life with me.

And I can’t tell you that I could picture spending my life with you.

So I won’t.

I’ll just keep waiting,

Keep praying,

That you’ll feel it too.

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