you’re laying in his bed
but you’re talking to me
does he know?
would he care?
if he only knew
how much I want you
how much I miss you
when we don’t speak
how your shine grows brighter
when our eyes meet
how we share our struggles and successes
if he ever discovered
just how close we’ve become
and how much you mean to me
then I can only imagine the explosion
so he can’t know
as he sleeps peacefully
how much I dream I was there and not here
So, I stopped putting explanations/inspirations for my poems here at the end in italics awhile back due to a completely misinterpreted one getting me posted up for ridicule on Reddit (thanks, Internet!), but given the recent attempt to make me feel like crap by a comment I ended up moderating right into the trash bin, let me link everyone to the inspiration for this one right here.
This one’s not autobiographical, folks, sorry! I may have been messaging someone when I wrote it, but that person had nothing to do with it.