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Love Letters
***
so whole, so real
(a reality undefined can be the most beautiful of all)
and when you run, I see the real you
and I long to always see you
as you are then,
maybe then we’d be happy
as friends,
you and I.
***
captured, wanting
(remember, the days really truly were young once)
and when you follow, I see your longing
and I long to satisfy it
but I can’t
for there’s this thing, this place
confining me,
hopefully someday.
***
mysterious, you want to be
aloof (so that I’ll never find you)
and when you come, I start to wonder
wishing my wondering was answered
but for some moments
I sacrifice some things
waiting
for you to say something.
***
fun-loving, hidden
(problems that surfaced only when we began)
and when you talked, I saw some things
springing out, surprising me
now we are over, but somewhere
I hope your life is swell
and you don’t miss me, do you?
oh well, it’s okay.
***
you are my sunshine
(you’ll always be so godly because you’re beautiful)
and when you’re there for me
I wish I could be as good as you.
you love me unconditionally
I have faith in you
if I told you this
we’d still be the best of friends.
***
my first encounters
(encounters can be really intriguing, especially at the beginning)
with difference, and you have always been
so admirably elegant,
I couldn’t see why
so abruptly, because of me?
we had to end
our symphony.
***
I remember meeting you
(my tempestuous moods of evaluation surfaced)
then so much later
I delighted in finding intellect
grabbing chances wantonly
I never said anything
so why did you stop?
I’ll always wonder.
***
both here and there
(poetry can be infatuation, you know)
I agreed you were hot
when she said so.
I only met you a couple times
my father tried to call you there
you hardly responded
so I spun surrealist fancies.
***
stuck out from the ordinary
(I’m not sure why but you probably did)
I see and admire you a little
wondering what’s real,
but you probably
are just a boy,
and I am probably
just a girl.
***
I was desperate
(looking out for anyone, anyone at all)
so you seemed perfect
I almost seemed flirty
momentary crushes
fleet on by
I found out you were gay
but with you it was cool.
***
you asked me out
(confirmation: a rather peculiar thing I must say)
but you were too busy,
I think,
and then I landed up here
it would have been nice though
you’re interesting
I don’t know you well enough yet, though.
***
I thought, as I am wont to think
(reevaluating the person you were, considering)
soon, though, I realised
- with everyone else’s help –
I wanted a friend
a friend who was a boy
the valentine was a silly endeavour
only embarrassing now.
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