I long for the poetically awkward:
for the night our arms go numb
when we haven’t yet figured out how to hold each other
For the days you hug me in the hallway
and I’m too anxious to hug you back
For the wacky faces made across the classroom
when we’re not sure if we’re looking the same direction
For all the laughs and silly smiles
For all the words taken the wrong way.
I long for a piece of paper
describing all my feats and faults
with words like “worrisome,” “Wiccan,” “acne prone,”
that make me laugh out loud.
And below it, the words,
“These are all the reasons I love you.”
Wrapped up in a box,
with a shell and some fast food coupons
just so I have an excuse to visit you at work.
Oh how I long
for the most awkward boy on the planet
and the way he makes me smile…
It’s prettier than any poem I’ve ever read.