By the Rez

One night we sat out by the rez.

Next to the park behind my old house.

He held my hand and so awkwardly looked around.

However he stared.

His dark brown eyes,

That I fell hard for,

softly stared at me.

I don't understand-

how does someone like you...

someone so different from me....

like this?

I never thought-

This was possibly.

After I've changed so much,

You like the smallest things.

I can be myself for once without feeling crazy.

You've never read my poetry-

I'm scared to let you see.

I write about you so much.

Yet you've never said you love me.

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