an imaginary poem

if i could craft you the perfect poem to tell you just how i feel
i would tell you
that i miss you when i don't get to see you
that i constantly check my phone to see if you've texted me
even though your average response time is on average 20 some minutes
that times goes by so slowly when i think of you
and that actually i think of you more than i'd like to admit to anyone
that sometimes i get scared
that i'm a little too late
or that to you this is just a game
and that you get a chuckle out of
watching me make a fool of myself over you

in this perfect poem
i would somehow compare your kisses
to the most succulent, delicious fruit
ever grown in the Caribbean
i'd be able to find the words
to describe the way your touch
awakens every part of my being
or how
i just love, love the feeling
i get when i lay on your chest
or how
the best nights
are the nights i get to fall asleep in your arms
and how i wish i did that more
but i can't place that feeling in words

anymore that i can the memories
of you and i
watching stars, kissing under the moon
or just talking
under the green trees, and blue pennsylvania sky
savoring the bits of summer left

somewhere along the lines of this poem
i have yet to write
without any direct mention
you would be able to understand
that i am, truly sorry
that i wish i wouldn't hurt you
but more than that i wish you could forgive me

and i know that this imaginary poem
i'm crafting in my head is getting long
but i also want it to be clear that i want something real
that i don't want to settle for less
than what i deserve

but this imaginary poem that i have yet to write
dies silently everytime
i look into your eyes
and feel the warmth of your embrace
because maybe
in my own way of talking wayyy too much
i've already said each and everyone of these elements
that would have been the matter of my this imaginary poem
i've wanted to craft