MINE

I saw her, whose name my lips delicately pronounce,
Syllable by syllable, alphabet by alphabet. Adoration.
I saw her whose full lips have my brain cells scramming,
Fumbling and struggling to be in order, just one look at her.
Those lips would definitely work wonders on me. Thirsty.
She whose lips and delicate breaths scream perfection.
I saw her, the one who drove me crazy and had me sane,
All at the same time. I saw her, my favorite angelic monster.

I saw her, whose beauty is definitely without boundaries,
I would try and describe her but I wouldn’t do so perfectly,
Without coming off perverted and my description of her,
Would not be up to the standards of what I saw and see,
I would try but that would do her angelic self no justice.
I saw her, my greatest desire and roughest challenge,
She who without a thought could be the best of all,
And yet the worst and most formidable. Dear heart.

I saw her, who always fed me the worst attitude,
Sometimes I wonder why I always let her, no idea.
I saw her, who only regarded me when she was in need
And knew I could help. She who used me for her benefits,
Without thinking of how I would feel, not that it mattered,
But I always obliged, for the fear of upsetting her was rough,
Because despite all that, she would always be the one for me,
The only choice my heart had made without any questions.

I saw her, who always invited me to tag along with them,
Claiming with me around, she was very assured of safety,
She who made me take pictures of her and him while they kissed,
Who made me understand the universe’s lessons on third wheel.
I saw my angel who ruthlessly made me her designated driver,
Her driver for when she was wasted from too much partying,
And could not make it home alone because the one she chose,
The one she always wanted, he always left her stranded there.

I saw her, who intentionally left me cheesy kisses, confusing me,
She who tested every inch of the iron-clad self-control I had,
The control that seemed to wither away with just a touch from her,
And she knew it, but still used me anyways. I always let her.
I gave up everything for her, just so I could fulfill her every need,
With the hope that someday, that someday she would look at me,
With the look that she gives nobody, the one I’ve never seen on her,
The look that said she belonged, that she was happy, genuinely happy.

I wished she could stop having conquests, that she would choose,
That she would settle down and be herself, and focus on her future.
I only wished her happiness, even if that would never be with me,
I had gotten used to being the third wheel anyways. Definitely not.
So one last time, I went to her, to say my goodbyes, our goodbyes,
To say I had chosen to live elsewhere, to have a new beginning,
To live the life I always wanted, before my heart met her and broke,
To tell her it was all okay, just tiring and that I had to leave, for beyond.

So I went to tell her everything that I had in mind,
But she beat me to it, she spoke before I did and for that,
I’ll forever bless the universe for shutting me up beforehand.
I see her beside me in bed, her smiles and happiness very genuine,
I see her, not another quest for her, we belong to one another.