This is an account of an actual conversation, This a lot less structured than that of what i usually write. However, It seemed like the best thing to put as my first poem. I hope you like
You are one and I another.
I panic
What’s your type?
I have no idea.
I really do know,
I know you better than what you would expect.
You need a girl, who will always listen to your ideas,
You need a woman, who will know exactly how to relax you,
You need someone who will call you just to say “Hey!”
Physically you need a woman, who you can protect,
Mentally you need a girl with a mind,
Who likes movies and music,
But who also likes books and science,
Emotionally you need someone who you can see yourself supporting
Through thick and thin.
But you don’t see that,
You see looks, and clothes;
You don’t see what you truly need,
And you don’t see me.
I panic,
What’s your type?
I throw it away as a casual joke
Blonde hair, Blue eyes, all American bombshell.
Silence
I upset you,
I’m sorry,
I never meant to put you down.
Shallow?
Maybe a little but not terribly so!
A quick “no, never” fixes that.
I do know you better than that!
Oh, what a mess I’ve made!
Change the subject-
Ask him your type,
Jokingly of course.
Silence again.
Are you thinking?
Are you still angry?
Tell me,
Tell me what you feel, and what you think.
A reply.
I read the words on the page,
Oh My God,
“??? Hold on a sec… k?”
He’s serious.
This can’t be real.
“Personality I say you are more attracted to assholes…”
How can you know that?
Unless you really know me.
“Deep down…”
Oh, you do know me,
Better than I know myself maybe.
“You want more of a laid back guy who would rather…”
Laid back, yes more than ever,
It’s like talking to you.
“Spend the day talking to you while laying around the house…”
I like that spending the day talking
Or chatting
and here we are 4 hours later still finding things to ramble about.
“Than go to a party or take you out… A guy who doesn’t show much emotion, but has a huge heart.”
You’ve got me hook line and sinker.
Dead on, Ding Ding!
We have a winner.
“so Lol, you pretty much need an Edward”
Edward.
Wait, I call you Edward.
That’s how I got you hooked on Twilight.
My Edward, how you so easily have forgotten?
No not forgotten, remembered.
You want me to fall in love with you.
A Bella to your Edward.
No it can never be,
Just like the Montague’s and the Capulet’s
Doomed from the start.
You are one and I another.
I do love you.
My Edward.
“???”
Oh no, I forgot to respond
What do I say?
Do I tell him?
NO.
“Lol yeap- you pretty much hit the nail on the head; do you have mind reading powers?”
“Yeah, I’m your own personal Edward.”
