I like him, I think.
I don’t remember how that feels.
The tripping trepidation,
the bubbling bewilderment,
the thought of someone new
on the horizon.
A few weeks back
he told me he was ready to
give up on love.
He’s been so hurt,
his care never being returned.
He says my friendship means the world.
How do I tell him
I’ve been hurt too,
I’ve given all of myself
and lost every inch of who I was
for love.
His words always inspire me,
his last name sounds like adventure,
his first name sounds like hope.
He is an artist.
I’m weak for artists.
His mind is marvelous.
He makes me feel creative.
Heard.
Understood.
Worthy.
Talented.
I don’t want to see our
friendship disappear.
I can’t make him ready if he’s not.
But every time his name flashes
on my phone screen,
my heart flips.
I told him not to
give up forever.
Just for now.
Wait it out,
love will strike again.
How do I tell him that he
has become my lightning rod?
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Ryan
I'm all for the approach of just saying what you're thinking, and given your gift to perfectly arrange words on a page, I say roll the dice. Haha, that's my approach to everything. It does make things exciting.