Preston James Poems

They love me, they say,
They'll always be there, they say.
But...
She loved me too, didn't she?
...

I watch him walk down the hall.
I'll say a friendly hello.
Still harboring that crush.
But if he returns the feelings,
...

I like the way it hurts
to think of you
and what happened.
It makes me stronger,
...

I people watch,
I watch them have fun
and I am having fun too.
I laugh and talk-
...

I fear everything, my dear,
Though I am sad to say.
I fear many a thing, my love,
Regretfully you among them.
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Every so often
I picture you and wonder
what I am doing wrong.
Each time we part ways
...

You flirt with me
so jokingly
but what you don't see
is the effect you have on me.
...

I wish that I could write well,
like those marveled for their skill.
But I, I jumble words together,
in sentences not necessarily stable,
...

I look out my window and watch the rainclouds drift through the darkening sky,
I gaze at the raindrops, admiring the beauty of the storm.
Thunder rumbles through the house, seeming to touch every corner.
The lightning slices through the clouds, harsh but undeniably beautiful.
...

I was supposed to text you,
And I did, for a while.
But then I got caught up in my life,
and forgot about your smile.
...