Sweet Irony

Sometimes I'm embarrassed
because I insist on Something Stupid
Almost like I can't help it
whether it is saying or doing
I just like seeing your smile
as if it's some sort of treat
and even now our banter
fills my lungs with heat
I will admit I wonder
if it's a heat I'm allowed
In order to protect myself
I make my own clouds
You don't rain on my parade,
but I water my own doubts
Perhaps you don't notice
'cause you bring the sun out
At least I get to see you now
though you live so far
sometimes irony is sweet
since we're less apart

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Curly Grace]

A tender poem about wanting someone more than you feel you’re “allowed.” The sun and cloud imagery captures that mix of warmth and doubt so well. Really lovely.