Delectable Dee

I am not your mom;
I cannot live in the same house with you and promise not to fall for you.
I don't have her patience but I do love you, too.

I am not your dad;
I'm not capable of reading newspapers
& drinking coffees every morning with you
and do just soley that.
Given the chance, I wouldn't be able to help myself
but sigh like an over-indulged little brat.

I am not your sister;
I'm not predictable, always an angel and easy to deal with
but I promise to do and give you within my power
whatever it is that you need.

I am not your brother;
I cannot play football with you and just nod and say i hear you everytime you'd gripe about the pains of being a man.
But know that I'm always here for you & if you'd allow it,
I can more than just be your #1 fan.

I am not your bestfriend;
I probably cannot tackle a logical issue with you and at the end not get too emotionally involved, thus, leading us to fight.
But I hope that you know that whatever happens
I'll always leave an extra candle burning to help you see
through even your darkest nights.

I am not and cannot be her;
I'm not perfect in anyway -
I cannot even tell the East from the West,
but see that inspite of me and all of my flaws,
I've come to love you the way I do,
which is my best.

I am not your computer;
I throw tantrums, I demand and still somehow manage to screw up even the most simple thing that you'd ask me to do,
but you should know that behind these errors are heartfelt intensions to please you.

I'm just me;
an ordinary girl who exraordinarilly fell hard for you.
I cannot seem to help myself in whatever that I do;
I wish I could just come up to you
and lay out my heart in black and blue.

But I cannot do that yet - at least not now.
I can only write about how I feel for you at ungodly hours.
Maybe someday I'll tell you - yes, someday I will.
But I'm afraid of the possible rejection
and that if I'll manage to deal.

So here I am;
insignificant and unnoticed, praying for the day
that you would find the time to turn around and say, 'hey!'
I would look up at you and my smile you'd see,
then I'd say, 'hey! I'm me.'
yes, and simply being me.


*one of the early poems I made for the first guy I ever truly loved and although the poem is a bit silly in its own way, I am rather very fond of it. The guy this was written for however, ended up breaking my heart. The bastard! *laughs* Seriously, though we're now the best of friends.

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