Like The Other Guys

Brushed up hair, oversized tee

A hand that gives spark and melancholy

A compelling sensation like the vastness of the sea

Your fingerprints became one with my destiny

Those celestial eyes and tan skin

Hit each of my veins like morphine

Snoozed but you can still be seen

How do I get myself together and clean?

Because I ain’t like the other guys

Who can look at you in the eyes

While their minds aren’t thinking nice

And go straight up and say lies

Late nights, long fights

I find myself thinking of something to write

Everything that comprises each aspect of you

From how you love your dog to how you do you

These words may have described other guys

In poems I wrote that you thoroughly analyzed

I am doomed that these letters describe a pain

In my heart that only you contains

Because I ain’t like the other guys

Who can always get you a surprise

And can fly you up to the skies

But will break your heart twice

And I ain’t like the other guys

Because this heart is silent but cries

That you can hear your name in my sighs

Wishing I could hold your hand as time flies

–m

to my babu