boy

I’m only mildly obsessive

falling into past routines

of holding anyone who holds a conversation

bring me closer

 

I love the idea of him

the way a girl loves the idea of white lace and fresh cut flowers

romantically, not realistically

 

I don’t want him to love me

just hold me

just meet my eyes two seconds longer

just talk to me

 

I wish I loved a woman

gentle, bold, not afraid to break

adorned in silk and pretty things

writing, reading, meaningless

 

but instead I’ll love a boy

as cold as ice

as gentle as summer air

not ready to reach towards me

and hold my hand

 

show some spirt, come to me

heaven knows I’m impatient

and I won’t come to you

I’ll silently long for you

from behind closed doors

waiting

 

I hear other girls talking about you

you could have anyone you wanted

you really are handsome

quiet as a lamb

is it an illusion?

you never seem to care

 

oh, but I think you love him

even if you’ve yet to realize

the way you place him above all else

I wish you looked at me

like you look at him

 

I don’t think he loves you back

I’ll wait for you in vain