I wanted to write a love poem.

[sumsinnow]

I wanted to write a love poem.
But everything I thought about to write about
echoed lonely and desperate.

I guess that’s the way love can seem like, when your heart
goes beat beat beat beat faster and faster and the person
of your affection is not there to feel it with you.

When you are with the person you’re attracted to, the
heart says some wonderful things, it says hey this feels
good and hey I don’t want these good feelings to stop
among many things.

But then the rest of you is like, wait a minute?
What’s going on here?
Why are you in love, heart, why are you making me all soft
And warm and fluffy on the in and the outside?

Sigh… then I am reminded of the dumb and geeky things love can
bring out in me and it’s not really dumb or stupid you see,
It’s probably just more of me trying to be me, but me being
insecure about me and what I feel and how my heart beats faster
It’s all these feelings, and thoughts that collide at once
Making a realization that I am real, I am me.
(and it sure as hell beats anxiety)

I haven’t even wrote about him yet. That’s where love is selfish sometimes
and where you get in trouble if you’re thinking too much in your head.
I think too much in my head all the time.

He is smart, he is strong.
I am smart, I am strong.
He is talent abound.
I am talent abound.
Sounds like a match, yes?
His smile makes me melt.
My smile makes him …………………..
Oh wait, I don’t know exactly what my smile does for him..

But that should be the wonderful thing about love.
It should let you be you and me be me.
Let the words come natural, don’t force the matter.
Let the words trip out, take the humility by the handle and turn it off.
Because there’s a part of the heart that always knows
The right thing and the right time to say it.