It has been a while.
My thoughts have been busy
with real men who I found to be
not men at all.
Though, in the warm breeze
of this gentle morning,
I questioned your presence
and if she is with you, still.
Truthfully, I do not want you,
really.
But you were just so, so
beautiful.
I want something like you
beside me.
With those emerald eyes
and slanted smile.
Wispy hair, whiskey breath.
Your arms and legs so tall.
Everything you spoke could
hurt me.
So do not speak.
Just,
sit beside me on the beach
as I read.
Do not warm my skin with yours.
I have the sun for that.
If you ever speak over the sea,
I will leave.
I do not want to love you.
Nor, for you to love me.
I want to look at you, only.
Because you are just so pretty.
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Katerina Petrou
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Comments (3)
!!!!!
I found this relatable because that's exactly how I feel with the guys I have crushes on. Loved your poem!
Enjoyed your poem.