Poems from Aesthetically myself
Loving you at the start
Now, I believe we've grown a p a r t
Somehow- you couldn't disagree any more
Maybe loving me isn't a chore?
But...
Floating through space like a bubble ready to pop
Coaxing myself for a true reason to stop
Until I look deep into your honey brwon eyes...
Looking at couples walk down the street,
I begin to ask Why are they happier than me?
The way he looks at the other guy
I am truly unhappy...
Glaring from across the way
I just want you to be my bae
How long have I been staring; am I imposing on to you?
Anxiety holds me together...
Roses are red, Violets are Blue-
Bubbles are all the colors of the rainbow
Just like me and you
I lean in for a kiss
Then you push me away...