There’s so many things I want to do,

Heaven knows it’s true.

But with you,

I have so many things to ask.

May I hold you?

May I dance with you?

May I love you?

May I be yours?

May I call you mine?

May I be your light in the darkness?

May I kiss you?

May I be your sheild?

May I warm you on the cold wintery nights?

May I be your shoulder to cry on?

May I gaze in your eyes for an eternity?

May I marry you?

May I?

It's only been a few days.

Missing you makes it feel like weeks, months, even years.

I hold back my tears, thinking of your voice, whispering, "It's okay."

Singing sad songs as the rain pours,

Sitting in bed, with my notebook looking for inspiration in the pain

You'd hug me if you were here, wouldn't you?

Over two hundred miles apart, feels like worlds apart.

Under the same stars as you, the same wind whispering to you the messages I send.

I don't want to miss you, but I do. I don't want to be so far away from you, but I am. I don't want to worry, but I will. I don't want to cry, but I will. I don't want to wonder if you miss me or think of me, but I do. I don't want to be scared, but I am. I don't want to think about you leaving me, but I can't help it. I don't want to dream about you being with someone else, but my mind doesn't care.

I just want to be next to you. I want to hold you. I want to play with your hair. I want to see you smile and hear you laugh. I want to kiss you. I want to hold your hand. I want to make the world know that you're mine and that I don't share. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. I just want you. I want you as you are.

I call him My Polar Bear. We're dating now. We met in 8th grade when I said something and he called me biased. I knew then, when he called me biased, that I wanted to be his friend. Then he texted me. I was so excited about this boy, who called me biased, texting me and wanting to be my friend. We started with small talk, talking about music. He had a very different taste from I. He willingly listened to the screaming metal I preferred and I listened to the honest raps he liked. He was hanest and told me what he thought of my favorite songs. Soon I found myself venturing away from my usual taste of music, listening to music by NF. I talked to him every day.

He is honest and kind and intelligent. I love that about him. He's stubborn and cute and a bit goofy at times. Within a few weeks I desperately wanted him to like me. I wanted him to at least have a crush on me, even if it meant that he liked me while I love him. Even if it meant him breaking my heart. He had this dorky looking picture of himself and gosh it's amazing.

I wished then, and I wish now, that i could take my fingers and run them through his hair. I wished then and I wish now that I could gaze into his eyes for eternity. I remember in 6th grade all the girls had crushes and they'd write their crush's name down inside a heart and draw thousands of hearts around it. I never did that in 6th grade. Nor 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, or even 7th grade. But I did in 8th grade. When I met this boy.

I love him because he has this way of making me feel accepted, even when I can't accept myself. I love him because he has the most amazing personality. I love him because he is him and doesn't change himself for me or anyone. I love him because he is patient and calm and sweet.

I love him. My Polar Bear

Suffocate me

With

Your kiss.

Burn me

With

Your touch.

Darling,

Suffocate me.

When all seems lost,

And time ticks slowly;

In your heart

Till we meet, wait...

Fire filled lungs

Overflowing waterfalls and

Rainy weather are all nothing (unless you wait for)

Meaningful

Expections...

So

W

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T

F

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R

M

E

Please?

Tick tick tick

The time races by.

I will it to stop,

Slow down at least.

"Please"

I pray,

"Just slow down-

Just for a minute"

Tick tick tick tick

Time smiles cruely in my face

Tick tick tick tick tick

It speeds up.

Before I know it..

Tick tick tick tick tick tick

It's 9.

Now,

I am alone.

I do what I can to make the time pass

Tick

Its slows now

T i c k

A cruel joke from father time.

T i c k

I scream.

T i c k

Speed up! Speed up! Speed up!

T

I

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K

I just miss him, please.

T

I

C

K

Father Time torments me with this game

He taunts me.

T

I

C

K

I wake up in the morning.

8:30 AM

Tick tick tick

I try to wake up but sleep whispers.

Stay. Everything can wait.

I try to resist her siren song.

Sh, sh, sh.

I fall asleep again.

Tick tick tick tick

Time passes fast and suddely it's almost 9 AM.

I jump up!

I'm late! He's waiting!

Time taunts me more.

Tick tick tick tick tick

I rush.

Tick tick tick tick tick tick

"You're late." Time purs as it speeds up.

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick

The day goes too fast when I talk to him.

But time tortures me by slowing down when I miss him.

Tick.

Please,

Don’t let me go.

I am

F

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Ever so deeply,

In With

Love You

Don’t let me go,

Please?

#poetry

#love