The Boy Who Waited

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Name your favorite thing about him they said.

Name one?

How could I?

Maybe his persistence.

The way he would look at me when I didn't have an intrest,

Yet I was aware.

again and again pushed him away

as his heart did not know what to do

and I couldn't look him in the eye

I wondered if he stayed awake conflicted like I was..

him slipping into my mind.

The perfect dream...

 

No.

 

I don't need anyone.

 

Dreamers are those who believe in that thing called love.

and love is something used to drive people mad

and do ridiculous things

like get married

have cookie cutter kids

live in a cookie cutter house.

A mind game to trick wants into needs...

 

Maybe it was his passion

on the brink of tears

looking at me with this emptiness

the sun catching the brown of his irises

his emotions penetrating my heart.

I couldn't look in the mirror for days

Yet it was better for him

To find that perfect girl.

I would get to watch him be happy.

with her...

someone that wasn't me...

But I would get hurt.

I needed someone safe.

no strings

just company.

 

But maybe it was his dedication.

as the robes filled the parking lot

our high school years forever gone

and the other comes to embrace me

infront of him

Telling the one who waited,

"She is mine."

Throwing pain into his face

yet he wants me to be happy

and if that means staying awake

wondering what we could have been

another "what if..."

when pulling on the sheets

doesn't help block the sleeplessness

then so be it.

May the ceiling be your companion yet there is nothing for him there.

 

Maybe it was his will.

to wait

to watch

to love.

When I felt him slip through my fingers

My heart stopped.

The smell of Autumn was fading

his scent.

His eyes

that smile...

that laugh that rings out

Every memory was being poisoned.

Every touch

Every smile

Every word

Every moment

The peices were falling into place.

 

I need him.

 

I NEED HIM.

I will shout it across every rooftop

A life without him isn't much of a life at all

My spark

My adventure

My desire

Love, don't fall asleep empty

don't pull at the sheets

don't ask for the ceiling for company

don't   let   me   go.

Stay awake with me.

My favorite thing you ask?

It is everything.

Every flaw is a perfection

Every single aspect of him.

He is the reason I take my first breath

He is the reason I want to wake

In the morning I smile

In the darkest nights I sing

Breathing him in is bliss

He holds me so tight.

As if I were the last person to hold

Each kiss sends electricity down my spine

Every touch is a privilege.

I want to experience life,

this is life at it's purest form

I want to fall inlove with you

Again and again

I want to fall asleep beside you

Again and again

Your breathing is the most beautiful song

ever

composed.

And your laugh is my personal symphony.

Your eyes captivate my soul

and your lips warm my heart

You burn the passion in my body

and in the end.

You were the boy who waited.

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