Jean's Poem

She has long red hair

And deep green eyes

And The way they look at me

When she's sitting down

From over her glasses

It makes me insane

She's the smartest person I know

And it makes me kind of weak

To think that someone like me

Could have it so bad

For a woman like her

She's the kind of girl

Who kisses anyone she knows

But when she kisses me

it kind of, sort of, almost, feels like

she's begging for more

But that's just wishful thinking

She can read my mind

But never listens to my heart

Even tho it's screaming her name

She works out every morning

And every afternoon

And from across the gym

She thinks I'm watching the news

But from behind my shades

She'll never know and I'll never tell

That I can't concentrate

Cus I'm concentrating on her

We never spar and she never spots me

Bc from up close she could probably tell

Just how shallow my breath gets

It would worry her deeply

To think I can't breathe

But it's not the weight or the stress on my heart

That cuts my breath in half

She's the kind of girl

Who kisses anyone she knows

But when she kisses me

it kind of, sort of, almost, feels like

she's begging for more

But that's just wishful thinking

She can read my mind

But never listens to my heart

Even tho it's screaming her name

From the death of my ma

And the passing of my pop

I've had those who love me

But I've never felt at home

I've always been alone

Until the day

That she she drove up the drive

Like a bat out of hell

And my heart filled up with joy

She said that she's from jersey

And really likes my mustang

And when she's riding next to me

I don't ever wanna stop

I feel right at home when she is by my side

She's the kind of girl

Who kisses anyone she knows

But when she kisses me

it kind of, sort of, almost, feels like

she's begging for more

But that's just wishful thinking

She can read my mind

But never listens to my heart

Even tho it's screaming her name

She's my best friend

And oh what a friend she is

For just this morning I woke up with a pounding in my head

At first I thought it was normal like every other day

Til my feet hit the floor and so did last nights meal

And jean she's so kind

For she brought me a bucket, a rag for my head

And cleaned up the mess that I had made.

She has brought me soup and crackers and tea

And In my delusional fever dream I may think of her beauty

But when I awake it's her heart that will comfort me

And for all the things I've named

I love the most of all every Sunday morn

When her hair is pulled up

And the make up washed away

When her freckles frame her face

And glasses frame her eyes.

When The sound of her laughter

And the smell of bacon fill this house

I walk into the kitchen to see her smiling at me

In a tank top, and sweat pants rolled down

This is when she looks her best

When she is comfortable

I know the real her

That is something no one else can say.