you turned to walk away and I lingered on the doorstep realizing
that's what it's supposed to feel like
that's how it's supposed to be.
the moments when our eyes met,
and both of us knew...
but neither one of us said anything.
and that moment of what if,
that glimpse of what could be,
is still sitting in my chest
keeping me from breathing normally
because what if is all I want
and everything after that.
your smile, your eyes,
that rollercoaster feeling inside
I can't breathe and look at you
but I can't not look at you
you're everything I want.
and maybe you're not everything
or maybe I don't know.
I know this is nothing like a traditional dear boys post. It really is to nobody. And to anybody. All at the same time. Because sometimes your brain is so full of what if and why not that you have to give it a voice somewhere.
So, here's to unfinished poetry and love letters to nobody. ✌️