When we sat on a bench
Small talking, taking pictures
Feeling unnoticeably awkward
And getting to know each other.
When we drove around
To what seemed like Neverland
(because we got lost
and decided to just go on
OUR very own adventure)
In the middle of the night while
KOST-ing it.
When I slept on the couch
And YOU were my blanket
(not because you didn't
or couldn't make your way home.
Oh, the dumb excuses you made...
But because I didn't,
actually, couldn't make my way home
and you wanted to stay).
When you came from across the room,
Held out your hand,
And we rolled, we glided, we sweated...
WE danced.
(Points of contact: body to body;
And you held my hand
With only a few fingers interlaced
Because you knew I liked it that way).
When I thought you were mine.
And you figured out that I'm yours to keep.
And now I'm in too deep to jump out.
In to you, in to this triangle of
Unrequited, unconditional love for you,
the way you say you love her
(And yes, she may see the best & worst with you,
But she doesn't accept it the way I do;
Cliche but true:
She doesn't see how your imperfections
Really do make you perfect...)
When you called me your sister,
And I smiled in returned
And yelled out, "Whattup, bro!"
And you frowned because you realized
That's how she sees you.
When you leaned on my shoulder,
And laughingly whispered, "I love you, man."
And I respond, "I love you."
Oh wait--that was today.
Actually... that's every day.
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I'm unsure whether or not I should view this as a happy poem or a sad one... It seems as if the narrator is in love with someone who has an interest in somebody else. I liked how it didn't sound quite as negative, though... if that scenario were the case, then it seems as if the narrator is accepting of the whole situation.
This is just my whole view on things, though :).
I love this line, by the way:
"In the middle of the night while
KOST-ing it."
The KOST is great, haha. Cute allusion there.
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