i love you
and that’s what matters
even if you will never love me back
in that way
i just want you to know that
among other things
i am exceptionally good
at unrequited
but that hardly matters now
because there is a lump in
my throat and almost all
of my daydreams look like you
like being held in your arms
wrapping mine around your neck
and saying
i love you
for the first time
so quick that neither of us
were sure it was real
and i think of the holes
in your socks a lot
wondering if you have anyone
to darn them for you
and i promise not to
make them too ugly
if you let me fix them
and i want you to believe me
when i say you’re my friend
the only person i’m comfortable
with texting when i’m fucked up
on booze and the devil’s lettuce
and if you think that’s romantic
or a little creepy
then that’s okay
because you are so deserving
of so many good things
and i want to give them to you
with my whole heart
and i hope that just maybe
you won’t leave me standing there
holding that faithful
organ in my hands
while it cries out for you
but if you do
then that’s okay
too