JustAnotherLovePoem

I’m not going to waste time with an introduction describing this piece because in the end, it’s just another love poem. Another page in the anthologies of love poems I’ve written through the years about females that have captivated me enough, to make me want to waste hours thinking about them and how great they are. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t mean this. So, if I ever tell you that this piece was about you…then it’s still as meaningful as the first one I ever wrote.
But to everyone else, this is just another love poem.

This is just another 3 minute piece about how I think this one girl is beyond comparison. A girl that could be the definition of average to you, because none of you are thinking “Oh, he’s talking about her…I’m 100% sure”. And I’m sure you’re not thinking that so stop pretending that you are.

Here’s another minute and a half of inane babbling of me describing how perfect she is. How every single one of her flaws just end up seeming cute to me and every sentence she’s ever said to me is my favourite sentence EVER. How I like her a whole bunch of a lot more than is necessary because she’s amazingly awesome and I’m wishing I could be a part of that. Maybe even how she’s so attractive that the word attractive isn’t enough to even describe her pinky toe and how her face has me forgetting the face of every other girl I’ve seen before her.

How metaphors don’t do justice to her essence, and nothing I can imagine is as beautiful as her…and believe me I’ve tried. How no man will ever deserve her…though I’m praying she would settle for me. Even though the chances of that happening are like me getting hit by a car…while getting struck by lightning…and getting bitten simultaneously by a radioactive bug and a really drunk homeless man…as tornadoes touch down and a tsunami hits Toronto in 2012.

But this is just another love poem where I say that the only thing I want from her is a hug when I’m feeling down. Maybe a smile, when I’m feeling like everything’s going wrong. Maybe a couple of minutes alone in a park when it feels like everything is beyond hectic. Maybe a couple more romantic instances in relation to problems that either one of us could be having, as a way to get away from it all. And this is the sentence where I talk about how much I wish I could just escape with her someplace, right between where the angels sleep and where earth and heaven meet.

Now this is the part where I talk about how much she means to me. How I wish that she’s fallen asleep or even left while I’m saying this because I don’t have the courage to let her know any of this. But then again, this is just another love poem. Because all I’ve ever done is write love poems.

I’ve never acted on any of it because I have this fear of rejection that I just can’t get over. So I write, and I write.
In the end, this is probably just another love poem to add to the collection. But then again…maybe it’s not.