This is a poem written by my little did. Sorry zom ;-) This isnt a love poem, this is a “my stomach starts salsa dancing every time I see you” poem because butterflies are cliché and if I really had bugs in my stomach I wouldnt be here right now. Id be in the hospital because that is unnatural and not romantic at all, but then again, we arent very romantic either; technically we’re just friends who share elaborate hugs… But if I were anyone else I probably wouldve engulfed your face by now and then it would likely be you in the hospital… thankfully, Im not an octopus, so you dont have to worry about my suction cups becoming stuck to your face because we aren’t a couple. Were just friends…! who watch Pokémon together and sit with our elbows brushing like tectonic plates as I ramble incessantly and try to pretend Im shivering when in reality I’m extremely nervous because I haven’t had my first kiss yet and your face is getting awfully close to me and your eyes have quit staring at mine they’re now lingering on my lips- Pikachu! Did you know that he was a giant jerk at first? Ramble... But Im not the only one with flaws here you, have the funniest lungs Ive ever heard you stutter, stumble and struggle when you find yourself lost in a rain of synonyms that exist in the English language and every time you do a tongue flop I think oh thank god, Im not the only person who trips over my tongue more frequently than I trip over my feet, And your eyes are the most delicious hue of blue, but my eyes are on a diet, and Ive noticed yours keeping trying to tempt me its becoming difficult to tread water in your glorious, blue skies, and your chest is oddly concave and mine is convex like puzzle pieces we fit together all too perfectly- Youre seriously starting to scare me! So, naturally I must respond by attempting to scare you too, ahem; Ill be waiting for you, in my bedroom, wearing nothing, not even the expensive perfume displayed by every Payless celebrity no, Ill only be wearing… my pooh bear onesie! While Im certain this would scar you permanently, I really dont want to do that to you because this isnt a love poem, this is an ”Im sorry Im more awkward than that weird turtle hand gesture” poem. You see, I dont know how to write a love poem, I just know that in the moments before we say hello after we say goodbye I feel terribly alone and Ive come to discover, you cant replace a man with a cat, my furry feline companion is a perfect pillow, but he cant wrap his arms around me like you can, his fingers don’t strum guitar on my C sharp shoulders, his palms never tap dance on my back likes yours do and when you held my hand for that fraction of a second there was no equivalent, but this isnt a love poem, I swear, its… a jealousy poem written by my cat.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 21:03:37 +0000
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