hey guys! i just came up with this idea for doing this kind of poetry. i've always loved reading this style, so i hope you enjoy this! *read the poem, then read the first word of each line going down* read&review! love you guys! xoxo
Free.
When I'm with Eli, I feel free.
I never let myself go at all until I met him.
Am I crazy? I'd like to think so. He knows I am.
With my parents, I'm afraid. With friends, I'm hesitant.
Him and his self-esteem rub off on me, because when he's around, I'm confident.
And sometimes, I feel better than anyone in the world.
Free is a strong word, isn't it?
In theory, I should be afraid of him. But he's much different than he appears.
The times when we are alone are best.
Way too many times have I not been able to let go of him.
He wraps his arms around me, and it's impossible to let him leave.
Kisses are incredible. It's like I'm breaking the rules, and I love it.
Me and him are too different. I know we shouldn't be together.
He just seems too perfect. I'm the farthest thing from that. He made me this way.
Made? Forget that. I made myself this way. He doesn't do anything wrong. Never.
Me and my stupidness. I'd like to think that he's the cause for my uncertainty.
Free compliments are what I get from him. Along with the ability to be myself.
I like knowing that he's mine and only mine. But I get scared sometimes.
Am I being crazy right now? I think I am. If he was here now, he'd reeasure me.
Free talks with him are my favorite. I let go and say what's on my mind.
With this love, my life is complete. Without? I wouldn't like to know.
Eli is perfect. He's free. He made me free. And I love him for that. Together, we are
Free.
Free when I am with him and free in the way he kisses me. He made me free. I am free with Eli.