i swear this is a happy poem

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