I only wanted to pursue your perfection
through my own imagination.
I wanted to describe what I felt
when I looked you up and down,
but I got it wrong.
I made you into something physical.
I robbed you of your heart
by describing your other parts.
I was so wrong for sexualizing
your beauty, without realizing
I was overlooking the bigger picture.
Everything that makes you special
I saw through a lens of selfishness,
as if you were a Goddess just because
I wanted to press my lips on yours.
I never did, so instead I created
a written fantasy where it would be reality,
and I posted it for the entire Internet.
I never thought you would question it,
but you caught me changing your identity
so that I could be closer to you.
I guess I achieved my goal of letting you know how I felt,
and now that you've read the words I'd meant for only you to read
I'm left feeling guilty that I ever did it.
Maybe you'll read this,
and if you do- I'm sorry!
I didn't think I could help it at the time,
and I still have a list I wrote
of what color bra you wore to work
in my poetry book, along with the times
you had the hiccups, and regrettably...
Every lose hair of yours I could collect.
You were right to slap me for being a creep,
because you may have stolen my heart,
but I took away the chance to say something about who you were, not how you looked.
I'm sorry for that, and I was so wrong.
If it's any consolation the next girl
will be different. I won't rob her,
I'll keep her in my heart and off the page,
and be thankful if she holds my gaze.
YOU ARE READING
Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
