Complicated Love

I Miss You

I miss you. You might not believe it, or think it possible but I do.

I miss you. I miss your smile. Your laugh. Your arms wrapped around me tight. The way your face lights up when you solve a problem. The feel of your lips on mine.

I miss you. When do I get to see you again? How long must I wait? A day? A week? A month? How long?

I miss you. I miss you and its driving me crazy. All I think about is you. All I care about is you. All I want to do is spend time with you. But does that happen? No.

I miss you. It always seems that we always just barely miss eachother. If I had done this, or you had done that, then we would’ve had some time together. Even if it was only a few minutes. That would’ve been enough for me.

I miss you. I really just do.

Something I Wish I Could Tell a Certain Someone

Of course I want to make out with you. Why do you even bother asking? Of course all I want to do is feel your arms wrapped around me. But it just can’t happen today. Not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not ever.

Why you ask? Maybe because I value your life. Maybe because I don’t want to be the reason why my father has to tear you to shreds. That could be it. The bigger question is why do you keep asking why? You know the answer. It doesn’t change.

No I’m not going with your crazy plan. Its crazy and going to get us both killed. Plus only a monkey would fall for “President-elect Obama has ordered me to stay home today so you’re just going to have to leave me home alone. No I’m not sneaking a guy over. That’s crazy.” You must really think my parents are stupid. Stupid, crazy, or maybe both.

Please don’t make this harder than what it is. Please don’t make me feel any guiltier about not being able to be with you. Its not fair. Especially since your the one who doesn’t have time to make it official.

I Love You

I love you. I just can’t help it anymore. I have to say it. I. Love. You. I love. You. I. Love you.

I don’t know if I could say it enough times. I can’t hold it in anymore. I want to shout it to the world but I’m affraid of waking everyone up.

It might drive me crazy but I love you. My heart’s about to burst and I don’t care. I don’t care that it hurts that I love you but I do.

The thoughts running through my head hardly make any sense. The only thing I can understand is that I love you. Everything’s all mixed up. Everything except the fact that I love you.

I don’t know how long I can hold this is! How long can I stop myself from telling you? I’m surprised you can’t see it plainly on my face.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I don’t care who knows it. I don’t care if this makes any sense. All I care is that I love you.

I can’t explain this. I don’t know why this has suddenly overwhelmed me but it has. All I can think about is you. All I can think about is how much I love you.


I closed my eyes. Getting closer and closer. Anticipation building. Waiting for that moment. Waiting for that sunrise of my dark, cold life. But the glory of this one moment would outshine a million sunrises. It would be more magnificent than anything in the history of magnificence.

This seems like an enternity, waiting here in your arms. An eternity in your arms… wait, that sounds pretty good to me. To stand here forever with you, nothing could be better.

You’re so close now. I can hardly believe it. I never thought we’d get this chance. For once I don’t mind being wrong.

Right there! I don’t know if I can take the suspense much longer. Maybe an eternity like this wouldn’t be so wonderful (In your arms ok, anticipation not ok). So close! This is almost painful. But a strange, worth while pain. Knowing what’s to come makes it bearable. Knowing that in a mere fraction of a second your lips will be upon mine makes it worth it.

I Think...

I think we could be happy together,
but there’s no time to see.
I think you’re wonderful,
but I’ve been wrong before.
I think you like me,
but it could be a lie.
I think you’re ridiculously sad,
but I could be over-reacting.
I think you’re crazy,
but I’m crazy too.
I think it’s time for a break,
but you keep popping into my head.
I think that life’s a roller coaster,
but I want to ride it with you.
I think I love you,
but I’m afraid of getting hurt.
I think I think too much,
but that’s all I ever do.
I think. I think. I think,
but that’s all folks.

The End

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