You
You don’t know what you do to me and how I feel inside.
It makes me sick.
It makes me weak.
But still I persist on and on with being your friend.
Subjecting myself to the torture of waking up one more day not being able to be with you,
but being close enough to feel your spirit and your soul.
I should walk away now with the memories I have.
Ones which would suffice my potential loneliness.
Your love is everything I stand for.
Everything I believe in and no it’s not because I’m obsessed with.
You its because my heart is fragile like yours.
No matter how tough you feel or act.
Your exposed immaturity wells up maybe that’s what I’m attracted to.
You.
You and all your flaws and imperfections.
Like that little spot on the back of your neck that you always miss when you cut your hair.
That funny way you clear your throat before you have something important to say.
How quiet and pensive you get when your angry and how you loose your temper when your
annoyed.
Or the little things about you that are perfect.
How your hands are perfect and your lips are perfect.
I find myself mentally comparing every man I meet to you and how I feel about you.
Suddenly with 7 billion people in the world.
They’ll never match your potential.
Because if his hands are perfect like yours theirs something wrong with his lips.
Or if he misses a spot on the back of his neck it’s not in the right spot.
But I’ll sit back and observe in silence because of my imperfections.
I will never compare to your perfect smile.
Not that I want the glory.
I’d rather see you succeed and you shine.
Get the credit for what you deserve and know wherever I am.
I will hear of your achievements and celebrate them with you in spirit.
They say opposites attract.
But you and me are exactly the same when it comes to emotions.
I’m afraid to see our future together because of that reason.
You have no idea, and I’m comfortable with loving you from afar.
Even though its driving me crazy.
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