Fresh peaches

To all the women I’ve loved

Theta was here terrified of love, for his aesthetic was to be a napkin to anyone whether it be a significant other or friend, for what it a rose without its thorns.

(Yet another love poem yuck)

 

• Plucked from birth and now by you why me it seems out of the blue

For I am timid and social ability limited & yet you took a bite of me, you refused

• Denied me of my flaws and bit a part of my like a fruit this feeling is strange

Our first talk felt like an eternity but was simply one night I felt deranged

• Like a stained napkin i was thrown away but picked up by the wind

The wind was kinder more gentle and innocent ignoring her felt like a sin

• But the kindness was out of friendship but i was blinded by what I fear

I am okay with the friendship but if something were to happen i would be near

• Tripped and have fallen at her feet she kept staring at a puddle unfazed

She reminded me of my sweater with holes yet warm she froze me with her gaze

• She invited me to sit & look at the puddle waiting for something to happen

It started to rain so we put our puddle on pause & became friends to fill the gap in

• Back to square one alone but not sad for they filled me with memories

Memories that help my feelings to a love that is new if it’s true or if i’m deceived

• So I thank each & every one of you for giving time to this sad little boy

Please remember me in anyway whether it be a dear friend or just a toy