The Little Things
I fiddle with my ring again
the one just like yours.
Pick up Jane Austen
Just to see your name.
It’s the little things
That keep me sane.
Write a hundred love letters
But never press send.
Complain to my friends again
“Why won’t this crush end?”
Wish you’d see in my eyes
I don’t want you as a friend.
God will send me to hell
For obsessing over your lips.
One day I’ll show you the poems
About how you’re the girl I’m in love with.
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Began thinking this would be a cute poem ab a marraige bc of the rings and title, but thematic furn happened at “But will never press send.” Then we learn that not only is the crush one-sided, but in the reader’s mind, damned. Im such a short poem, high highs and low lows which capture the sensation of unrequited love
I really love this one
– Lil andre
sad images of unrequited love