confessions poetry

[c] Misunderstanding

Very in love with my best friend

Confession: Very in love with my best friend


a little ping on my phone
feels like an electric zing,
there your name sits on
top of my notification bar.

I scramble to find a clean shirt
I ponder over my peach fuzz
wonder it makes me looks like a man
the type you would like to encircle your waist.
staring at my reflection
what don’t I have? – I ask myself

my boy muscles
ride their way over to your place
don’t even have to knock
your voice pulls me in
you’re hacking away at that keyboard again.

when you turn to look at me
I swear the world momentarily pauses
words keep swimming to the tip of my tongue
yet are paralysed with fear at the thought
of jumping into the conversation.

upon closer inspection,
your face is littered with tears
softly you tell me that she hurt you
– again.
what don’t I have – you ask yourself.

you embrace me
I say I love you
I embrace you
You say thank you.

For Tristian

– Lita

(Confessions is an ongoing series centered around the basic human experience. The everyday things we think about and feel but don’t share due to society or fear of being ostracized from our inner circles.

Most confessions are taken off a thread on Reddit – If you happen to stumble upon your own confession and wish for me to take it down, please let me know.)


By Lita

I like it when it's quiet, peaceful but madness - kind of like a thunderstorm over a lake

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