Happiness looks gorgeous on you,

My sweet.

You are everything to me

But you don’t know that.

I’m sorry if this makes me seem creepy,

Writing all this poetry about you

And not sharing it.

Writing it like

I’m with you

And have been with you for quite some time

When you’re clearly not in love with me

When you don’t know

Just how much in love

I am with you.

This morning,

As you left,

You held up a hand heart

At me,

Because I was the only person

In the direction at which you were looking.

It made my heart sing

And ache all at once.

I love you.