An Untiltled Poem

I like to write poetry. I wrote this one a couple of months ago, but it's definitely one of my more recent ones. It's about a boy. A boy who has me like no other, but whom I have yet to possess. So I pine for him through my aching words. And though I typically share my poems with no one other than the voices in my head, I am simply too lazy to write a legit blog today. It has no title. It just is.

Broken Heart Scan by Fabu

To hear your voice is a selfish indulgence
That I deserve only so I may be tortured.

To see your face is a wicked blessing

That passes me by in an instant.

My walls crumble from the smite of your touch

Which leaves the impression that they have been

Sweetly penetrated by your glorious will.

There are frequent times in every single second

When my mind is consumed with thoughts

Of you, and you alone.

You give me your hand, and I'll give you

The world in return.

I'd tear the very flesh off my bones

To shield you from all detriment.

I fear nothing the way I fear you.

Every day I die just to be in your arms,

And yet nothing makes me feel so alive

As the promise of your presence.

I tremble at the possibility that

I could never call you my own.

And at the thought that she could make you

Happier than I.

Although I know that she could not appreciate

The masterpiece that is you

For that is a gift only true lovers possess.