How To Tell A Girl

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Everyone is different.

Submitted: April 24, 2017

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I have known her for so long, decades

she has been my friend at times and, a stranger in between.

But, I have always known her.  

I have watched her date;

with little success it seems,

 my friends, my dopplegangers , my enemies.

I have told in her person,

face to face, how she could do better,

thinking only of me, how I would have treated her better.

I have told her in person,

staring off into the unknown,

hoping she would take the hint, 

that I craved her.

My selfishness left me alone, as it always does.

What words exist?

Words, that might fill the void I know she can fill in me;

that didn't even have the poetic justice she deserved;

my heart melts in her presence, thinking only of her and, the unforeseen.

Simple words that captured her attention, words that spoke,

down to earth, humble and, pure of heart; honest and, brave. 

If I thought, for any reason,

that she may feel pain,

from the center, below or, above,

I would give her my blood gladly,  

so that she may feel the pleasure of my love;

washing it all away, releasing the sadly.

What more then,

can I say that has not already been said,

that she had not already heard,

to express my love,  

that has not already been available; to her. Only her.

Go out on a limb.

Hoping to fall on fours.  

Balance.

Risk it all.

Hoping to come out alive.

My heart unbroken.

Weightless,

immune to gravity.

Vulnerable and, fearing rejection,

I would tell her; in quite a simple way,

my intentions.

I wanted to love her.

 "I love you, girl."

That's all that matters,

 I just want her to know.

I just want you

to know, how to tell that girl and, what it takes;

you can do the same,

except for one mistake:

a word buried deep in the brain,

  the word pushing us away from the other, all the time:

"wait".

 Do not, 

wait, 

realease that pain,

called Love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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