Sometimes I wish to be
the luckiest girl in the world;
that I could be the one
to be loved by you
and only you.
And then I remember
the feel of your hand in mine,
the way you smile in photos next to me,
the way you listen when I speak,
the way you look at me
and then I know
that I already am.
pitter patter pitter patter
sometimes I feel
pitter patter pitter patter
like my feelings for you
pitter patter pitter patter
are as impatient as
pitter patter pitter patter
the rain hitting my window
pitter patter pitter patter
begging to be let in
pitter patter pitter patter
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder what
my hand would feel like in your own,
but these childish, wishful thoughts I have?
Their presence I cannot condone
It’s comforting to know that
you are susceptible to life
and all the challenges it brings.
Sometime one of my biggest
insecurities is that life is beating
me to a pulp, but everyone else
appears to take it in stride.
Knowing that you are vulnerable too
and feeling the weight of all
the cards life is dealing your way
gives me the courage to feel like
I can walk straight into the storm
as long as you are by my side.
How lucky am I to be
one of the lucky few who
bare witness and get to see
your genuine smile and joy.
And your eyes when they fill with
wonder and bliss for the world
that I get share you with
and drink each single moment.
And to know you well enough
to recognize the tender
blush behind your mall scruff
that makes you oh so human!
And to feel the kindred soul
that keeps your warm heart beating
striving to keep you whole,
every time you look at me.
How lucky am I to be.
In fifty years or so,
I want you sitting next to me
trash-talking, playing cribbage
just like at 23
I received great pleasure
watching the sun peak
over the mountaintops
during the early hours
of that final morning,
but it’s not the same joy
I got from waking up
with you next to me.
I wanted to write a poem
that expressed the reason why I love you,
but that is harder said than done.
For I have many reasons to love you
and simply could not settle for just one.
But I will tell you that you are
my reason why
I am still alive.
Even on my darkest days,
when I had no other reason
to want to carry on,
you were always on my mind
and gave me hope to hold on.
I wish I could do
something as simple as
look at a can of coke
without thinking of you,
but that will never happen again.
It is my fault for thinking we could ever be more.
Should have know that I’ll always be just the girl next door
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