To me, he means discussions
His purple hoodie, and looking up
into eyes as clear and flawless as the sky.
To me he means silent angles,
Listening,
Jokes and pen names
and laughing too hard at short otters.
To me he means prolonged glances,
Staring too hard or not at all,
Happy just to be beside him in quiet awareness,
Never speaking,
Except to apologize for nothing at all.
To me he means anxiety,
Losing sleep and feeling claustrophobic,
Crying and shaking within the confines of a white hood,
And skirts every day of the week.
To me he means stealing cell phone numbers,
Tennis and baking,
And throwing away beautiful cheesecake
In the spur of the moment.
To me he means sitting in his seat when no one's there,
Codenames and flip-flops and too many "awwwww"s
And a heart swallowed in absolute sunshine.
Author notes
Mm <3
WOW! Okay, so I was looking through contests and saw this one and realized how PERFECT this poem was for it, haha.
So of course I had to enter.
<3
A contest entry
- Show me how much you love... by Nidaeah.
1000 points, ended October 31, 2008, 40 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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AWESOME!!
Thank you so much for this piece! This is AWESOME! I really like the lines:
"To me he means prolonged glances,
Staring too hard or not at all,
Happy just to be beside him in quiet awareness,
Never speaking,
Except to apologize for nothing at all."
Very much reminds me of my boyfrined and I. This is GREAT! Really made me smile.
Thanks, and Best of Luck!
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Thanks for the comment! <3 I'm glad you liked it.
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Ooh la la!
Who is it about?
And when did you start wearing skirts?
TELLMETELLMETELLME.
Oh and by the way,
I have a new boyfriend
ahaha.
Ima send you pictures
♥
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