Thinking Of U Poems For Him Novels & Stories

I hide it so well, I smile my mind run miles, I speak no words my energy’s thought… I’m troubled. Can you see? My eyes wonder every path, My mind has wondered about, I wonder……’ ‘No, no, no. I cannot do this to myself. The moment I allow this thoughts, this poem conversion of mine to go on, I will go deeper. I need to stop thinking’

Universe, is this you listening to my thoughts and making my wishes come to pass? "I saw how moody you felt and it made me feel quite special, you know? I thought you would have been home. I thought you were purposefully not picking my calls because of how you thought I had stood you up. I know how easy it is for you to make another guy fall for you and thinking about it made me so angry. I do not want anyone having you but me. I was glad that I had that effect on you." I turn to look at him. My hand travels up his sharp jaw and I cup his face in my hands affectionately. "No, Achilles. I don't think I'd want any other guy."

No guy has ever made me stay up at night thinking about him. Even looking at my phone makes me think of him because he is the one who bought it for me. I haven’t been able to open my sketch pad lately because whenever I do, I always open the page of Thor’s hammer drawing I wanted to give him once I’m done with it. I can’t give it to him now and the drawing isn’t done anyway. I can’t bring myself to rip off the page. Whenever I try to do this, something prevents me. As if I insist on holding on to him even if he’s away from me. I can’t seem to let him go despite everything I know about him.

The crescent moon standing in radiant light, so does the light linger round our souls, intertwining. The sands standing firm in earthly adornment, like an immovable roadside tree, so does my love stand bellicose and accoutred—a lion, Immortal as God The dusts spiraling into a whirlwind, so does my mind spiral at the thought of you as i teleport into a utopia of endless possibilities.

~~ Xander's Letter~~ To the one I love, Dear Olive, So I sat in my room one night, thinking of you and because I could not find anything else to think of to get the pain in my chest to go away, I decided to write this to you. Everyday when I look at you and realize that you are no longer mine, a piece of my heart breaks. A tiny piece for every day and soon I might lose it all because of you. Feels like karma visited because now you are so near but still so out of my reach. I'm no poet. I'm not a man of many words but there is a lot I want to say to you my love.

“Every waking thought and every single moment of the day, my mind was occupied by you. I thought I would call but Diego couldn't find you. I was close to the club because of a new lead a few days ago and I came running.” “It felt like finding you in the tub again and watching you die little by little everyday. I had to see you, one more day and thoughts of you would have driven me mad and I wouldn't have minded much.” My heart swelled and I laughed. All those words…were they just to tell me that he had missed me too? I never considered him a poet. And he was talking so much today too. “You know Zayne, you've said more words today than you've said since the day I met you up till now.” I said,

I think of his voice in the morning, low and rough, teasing me over coffee. I think of the moments when he looks at me like I’m something precious and irreplaceable. Where the hell are you, Erden? The thought is a prayer, a plea, a lifeline all wrapped into one. Please come soon.

Apparently, I thought out loud and he burst into laughter with a nod and I burst into laughter. "You idiot, that's a rap line. You think you're sleek? You're not." It was his turn to be shocked, "you know the song?" "I don't give girls flowers, I'll give you good wood though, if you want me all for yourself, then darling you probably should go, there's no way I will stand in the rain. I can still make you say my name, say my name, say my name.." "Life without me might drive you insane," he continued with a full smile.

𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙. 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡...𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬� �𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

“Tell me.” “It’s nothing,” I assured him and he narrowed his eyes at me. “What are you making?” He ignored my question. “Do you want to know what I was thinking?” “I take it you’ll tell me either way.” He just smiled. “I was thinking about how much I would love it if you were here every morning. If I didn’t have to leave you this morning, if I could count on seeing you every day around my house. I was thinking that I’d love that very much.”