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I'll Always Love You For That
I got drunk and told you I loved you,
My heart was overbearingly full for you.
And it felt like the purest
words I'd ever spoken.
You were patient with me.
After saying it once,
I said it again. And again.
Multiple times in one night.
I was persistent.
But you were patient with me.
My midnight gushing
of admiration for you,
likely exceeded acceptable.
And I didn't care right then.
I told you you were a beautiful human
(you really are).
And you were patient with me.
Even when I wasn't sensitive
on a sensitive topic for you.
When our opinions differed,
You were polite.
And you were patient with me.
The next morning,
I explained the best I could.
That I didn't mean romantic love.
Platonic.
I tried to lie the embarrassment away.
Just like you always are, you were patient with me again.
My heart still yearns
to know how it would feel
to be safely in your arms.
To know what your lips feel like,
pushing passionately against mine.
To laugh with you,
under a canopy of stars.
And to memorize the arches and coves
of your back under my fingertips.
Thank goodness I didn't say those things.
But, you would have been patient with me.
Now it's back to reality again.
I still forget what to say,
and act awkwardly.
And you're still patient with me.
My heart was overbearingly full for you.
And it felt like the purest
words I'd ever spoken.
You were patient with me.
After saying it once,
I said it again. And again.
Multiple times in one night.
I was persistent.
But you were patient with me.
My midnight gushing
of admiration for you,
likely exceeded acceptable.
And I didn't care right then.
I told you you were a beautiful human
(you really are).
And you were patient with me.
Even when I wasn't sensitive
on a sensitive topic for you.
When our opinions differed,
You were polite.
And you were patient with me.
The next morning,
I explained the best I could.
That I didn't mean romantic love.
Platonic.
I tried to lie the embarrassment away.
Just like you always are, you were patient with me again.
My heart still yearns
to know how it would feel
to be safely in your arms.
To know what your lips feel like,
pushing passionately against mine.
To laugh with you,
under a canopy of stars.
And to memorize the arches and coves
of your back under my fingertips.
Thank goodness I didn't say those things.
But, you would have been patient with me.
Now it's back to reality again.
I still forget what to say,
and act awkwardly.
And you're still patient with me.
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