I’m not a poet,
and you can’t love me.
But if you woke up and decided to.
I’d probably write about it.
Id write about the times we laughed, cried, fought, and made up
Id write about your eyes,
How when they sparkle there’s nothing more in the world I want,
Then to make this moment last a lifetime.
You always asked why I couldn’t keep eye contact
Truth is I was scared.
Scared If I stayed, I would never find myself again.
Because when our gazes met,
I didn’t just see the beautiful brown eyes you always said you hated,
When our gazes met
I stepped into your world.
But I’m not a poet
And you can’t love me
But if I woke up and decided to be one
I’d probably write about why
About how I accepted fate
How I told lies so real to myself
I was almost convinced they weren’t fake
If I was a poet
I’d say our hearts were too pure for the world to take
And that depleted my reason for living
But for you I’m willing
To stay And wait
But I’m not a poet
And you can’t love me
So I hope you read this one day
And tell me what you like about it
Like you told me how you like the water
The beach was your favorite
And I never even liked the water
But you said let’s get in
And I didn’t like to see you bothered
I wish I didn’t even bother
I’m not a poet
And you can’t love me
But if you woke up tomorrow and decided to
I hope you write about it .