What I Wouldn’t Give To Be Real
I hate it when the month rolls over and suddenly there’s nothing on your blog. So here’s something. 
I haven’t written a poem in ages, and it felt good to write one again last Saturday. I’ll warn you: it’s cryptic… But so what? 
I like that kind of poetry. 
What I Wouldn’t Give To Be Real
I worry about depending on you so much.
I trust your advice
I like overstaying our welcome at Taco Bell
I love deep sea diving…
I love talking in metaphors
But I worry about depending on you so much.
I can’t wait to see who you turn out to be.
I like watching you grow, seeing your mind and horizons expand
I like a good ol’ fashioned teasing
I love teaching you new things…
I love it when you teach me new things
And I can’t wait to see who you turn out to be.
I don’t want to wait around forever.
I love talking to you one-on-one
I like your sense of humor
I sense there’s a depth to you…
I want to see more
But I don’t want to wait around forever.
I miss what we had.
I love your quirky ST obsession
I appreciate all those late-night IM encouragements
I regret some of the things I’ve said and done before…
I hope you can forgive me
Because I miss what we had.
I still think about you.
I wonder if you ever think about me
I pray you’ve found what you need, not what you were looking for
I hope you know I forgive you
I guess you’ve moved on…
But I still think about you.