This is a bit of a cop out, but…. I’d rather do this than not post anything. Soo, remember I have a myriad of hobbies? Welp, here’s the poem that started it all. I wrote it for English class during 11th grade. I got a good grade on it which encouraged me to keep writing more poems. Not sure if that was a good thing or not, but it was definitely a thing. X)
The assignment was to write a poem about love. It could be made up or real. Mine was inspired by a kind friend. (Link to the briefest of mentions about AJ here.)
He cares for you and protects you from harm.
You care for him but can not protect him.
He stays by your side despite your alarm.
He risks himself to help you from the rim.
Useless, you stand by as he thinks of you.
Meanwhile you think of him, and decide: no.
The unfairness overwhelms you. You rue
the time you met him. You wish he would go.
You must not burden him. He matters more
than your silly problems. This you know well.
With this you withdraw. You become poor.
You yearn for his thoughts. You yearn for his smell.
Him without your problems and you without
his company, makes you think, makes you doubt.