It’s not my fault that I come off this way

I have too much heart to try to push away

People like to call it “caught the feels”

But it’s not cut-and-paste like the movie reels

It all started as some fun

But now I’m afraid that you’ll run

You see

I’ve had trouble before

Growing things into more

When I want something in life I work hard day and night to grab what’s in sight with no regard for what’s right

I didn’t realize at the time

That you were more than just a dime

Is it such a big crime

For me to want you as mine?

We spent our night looking at art

Showing me your imaginative heart

Every stroke of paint

You made meaningful like a saint

You said her body told a story

She was confident yet lowly

The color of her dress

Although it looked a mess

Was a symbol of emotion

Her love of music clearly deeper than the ocean

That’s when I knew

I wanted more than just to screw

And get to know you through and through

Because

Well

I dig you

Poems