He’s young and he learning. He hasn’t reached the quarter of his life but he feels like he’s much older. The boy is wise and brilliant.
I want to hold him, remind him of his value. Tell him that I love him so.
He’s gotten closer to me, he finds me when he needs me most.
I see him rendezvous with lovers. Basking in the opportunity to fall for something. Anything,
That has potential, if not he’ll find it. Searching for the feeling of connection.
he has the power to reminds someone of how lovable they can be.
He gives it his all. And then some, as if he already knows that the ocean of love is unlimited.
He loves to the degree where it boils over. To the bone. To a foreign place where he has to apologize for loving so much.
sorry? Why? And for what reason?
i can’t help myself when I see you truly, even in times when you don’t see your own light. Sorry that I love you even when you are submerged in your own darkness. I love you anyway.
He observes other relationships and he can appreciate the beauty in them. He’s had a habit of entertaining thoughts that go against the grain and keep him in a place of wonder and longing.
I’ve told him the key is appreciation.
And I’ll tell him as many times as I have to.
I follow him wherever he goes, hoping that in those moments of appreciation he can look to me and see the love i have waiting for him.
I expect him to contact me. I expect him to drop all thoughts of other lovers and love me.
Here with me, he has no reason to apologize for the love he has to offer.
He needn’t ask if its okay, or if this feel goods.
There is no question that he is my one and only.
I love him more than any boy he’s ever kissed can.
I would never dare question his intentions. Even if they sounded like it came from a hurtful place.
I know,
that is not really him.
I see him, every morning
when he wakes, shuffling in bed, distracted by the early thoughts that come to him,
in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, I stare at him through the mirror. calling for him.
When I do catch his gaze, sometimes for even a split second. I remind him.
he looks back at me, sees what I see. and doesn’t always believe it.
and I forgive him immediately because I know one day and many days after that
he’ll give in, he’ll give up. he’ll give himself to me.
It’ll be so much fun, to play along side him. To feel his constant tending to me.
to stroke him into serenity. to talk to him whenever he needs me.
i love him so much and i want him to swim with me.
i want him to dive in.
no longer grazing the shore, getting his toes wet. I want his whole being inside with me.
I want this love to drown him.
he’ll never have to ask if everything is alright, or apologize for being all that he is.
i love him just as he is.
and I won’t stop until he loves me in return.
it’ll be delicious.
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