Love poem i wrote at 3 AM

so you asked me to write a poem about you thing is.. I can't

I could never do anything right I can't get my dad to be proud of me, I can't get a good grade on a test, learn new skills, or even tell you how I feel about you... truly See, I always write things down now I don't do this because i like to write, trust me I don't.. But I like to write things down that make me happy.. for example, I've written about how happy I was when you said I was on reserves, I was happy when you asked me to sit down with you on the bus while heading to finals, I was happy when you told me that you were jealous of the girl who got to know my lips before you did

See, I write things down because they're the best memories.. I write things down because I'm scared that somehow they will fade my mind and enter an abyss of lost dreams and hopes I'm scared that everything that happened will somehow someway be erased from your mind and leave our sky into a place where I don't exist in your life I'm scared.. I'm scared that you will forget about me and all of the things we've done.. all of our conversations that we've had whether talking about our dreams or our past lovers I'm scared that if I don't write things down.. I'll lose your feelings, I'll lose your emotions, I'll lose your smile.. I'll lose you.. I can't afford that

Your smile.. your smile is something that is worth writing down when you smile I get to see all of the guys who have kissed your lips before I have I get to see all the things you've tasted and all the things you've experienced without me I can see all the waves that you've ridden on, all the guys that have checked you out, and all of the times you've said I love you to your significant other

I see all of the things that would never slip from your mouth into my ear and make me smile I see all of the cruel and unsatisfying things you've done without me in your love life I hear all of the guys you've been with in your laughter I cringe at all of the times that you've never looked at me like that

but of course I never write that down I write about how when you finally smile at me I see the brightest Suns, the hottest deserts, the coldest nights.... I see a beautiful face smiling at my direction I could never do anything right..........but making you smile, making you smile would be my profession it would be my breakfast lunch and dinner it would be the way for me to finally get to know that all the guys before me who have kissed you finally have some competition It would be a way to make me happy it would be a way for me to know that you're smiling back... with no intent of ever sealing that sight away from me ever again

It's a way for me to know that your beautiful lips could never truly be mine but then again, I could be wrong because I never do anything right

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