The Thought Garden

I have never been any good at transferring my happiness into poetic verse, The sad words, and tortured tongues come easily, But trying to explain sweetness has always been a bit more complex for me. Perhaps it's fitting then, That this poem is not about sweetness, but rather the bittersweet. More specifically the bittersweetness of having these feelings I'm not allowed- supposed to- want--- These feelings that are not mine to have. They say that the sum of the whole is greater than that of its parts, And that's something I have always believed in, Because that's how I think of all the little things that pull me towards you, they seem too regular- silly- simple- to have such a strong gravitational force. Like the way you have such impeccable fashion sense for a guy, not too absorbed, but just enough, Or the way you aren't afraid to be yourself, a bit quirky and weird, but still slightly self conscious about it, Or the way you'd never actually admit to being self