i watched
as he took
another sip from
his famous LIIT
(oh boy! it sure was 'famous')
studied his face,
that stubble on his chin,
dark once
but grey now
(but oh, i secretly love this rugged look. he knows)
it made me wonder,
how he'd spent the past few years
living,
loving
expecting nothing in return
(to which he would disagree)
and sometimes,
tired and afraid
of not being able to
meet expectations
as i watch his eyes,
the deep brown
in them
i saw what the others missed
how the world
failed to see
everything in him
with their eyes wide 'open'
how can
one not want to
hug him tight?
the promise-keeper
(well, he tries)
the love-seeker
the dreamer
the one who unlearned
all that society
taught him to be
the one
who i have
been seeking
in all my
past relationships
the one
who i saved
my crazy
little heart
for
the one
who would
never let me
forget my
north star
the one
oh so gentle
that i wish
he would
kiss me once more
the one
i hope
to never lose
come what may
the one
i hope
would realise
one day
he is worth it
the one who took
another sip from his
infamous
LIIT
the good guy.
p.s. i love you
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