Have you ever had a poem written about you?

Have you ever had a poem written about you before?

I bet you haven’t, and if so well here mine goes.

I enjoy your company. Not because I find you sexually attractive but beacuse we actually talk. I don’t know if you like to hang out with me. But you seem to really enjoy yourself around me. you remember questions I ask at the most randomest times, So you must think of me?...Right? maybe I’m reading way to deep into this but I wish things were like the way they were back then where you could just ask a guy/girl to be your boyfriend/girlfriend. 

I Appreciate the things you do to make me feel comfortable. Like I sense you care for my well being. But the unknowing is so scary. I want to know what’s on your mind when your in a moment. What your ideas Are when it comes to us? Or if you even want this to be an us?

 I wish we would cuddle more. I miss you Caressing my body, when you would say how soft my skin was. i wish we could just touch and kiss each other without it leading to sex sometimes. At times I actually just want You to kiss me. I think your lips are so warm and soft and I hate that you don’t like to kiss. But then again that’s not a first time I’ve heard that before, so maybe it’s just that you have a problem kissing me. 

It hurts to think that I might not be no more then just a fuck buddie to you. And maybe I’m not. I’m hopeful I’m not. I know your not. I know at times it seems like that’s all I want. But that’s all I know. This man mind set. To think that if I please my man he’ll stay, he’ll be faithful. He will love me.

I don’t know why I want it to be you. Maybe beacuse you were the most aggressivest crush I’ve ever had. Ive had a minor set crush on you Since the 5th grade. I’ve always adored you. And now that were grown I just want you for myself. I love who you are, your exuding confidence is so fucking sexy I can’t handle it. I would trace your face with my finger tip at night while you slept to create a map of your face my mind files.

I hate that I’m allowing myself to fall, dam well knowing the Consequences. I just want a place in your heart. To stand next to your fire. Fill me with your wisdom. Plant your many seeds inside my mind. And let it blossom into something amazing.

You makes me inspired to create a better version of me, For me. I haven’t had that light in a while and I  Thank you for it. Even if nothing comes of this, It won’t be in Vain. I’d still want to thank you For being my friend. And letting me be me. I just want you to know I Love You...


  • Author: JamesMichealDaniel (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 22nd, 2018 14:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: I’m in love with my friend of 18 years. But I am to afraid of how they feel about me. So I write it down and keep it to myself until I’m ready for them to know.
  • Category: Friendship
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  • dusk arising

    Hmmm sounds like its time you grew a pair and told your friend how you feel. She should know you well enough by now so shes probably guessed anyway. What have you got to lose? You are in limbo (self imposed) and cannot get on with your life until you sort this out.
    Worst case scenario she tells you to get lost - which you proceed to do and get on with the rest of your life instead of being a wannabe living in a state of limbo.
    Harsh but good advice!
    Nicely written if a bit lengthy.

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