I feel a strange little love for you
That I don’t quite understand
I feel a little odd when I talk to you
Yet I know exactly where we stand
I see a lot of people’s tears and cry
Because their hurt feels like mine
I think you carry more than you show
And you’ll tell me with time
I want to understand my heart
Like I do my head
I want to know why you have a piece
Yet bring back memories long dead
I know I love you unconventionally
Neither for sex or romance
But a great protective feeling in my heart
Tells me to take a chance
I want to hold you close and feel you cry
Because I can see it in your chest
I want to talk over tea and understand
What you think is best
But this is a difficult situation to be in
Because I’ve been it before
The goal is to not get too attached
Or it burns you to your core
But shit, I think you’ve piqued my interest
Because I feel a strange little love
That makes me want to cry and embrace you
But I still must wear my gloves
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There’s an emotion I can’t describe that sits in my heart. It only comes out when I pass certain people, and this was my attempt at conveying it after talking with a dear friend of mine. I think it’s almost a nurturing love, like one feels for their child, but sometimes with complete strangers. Whatever it is, it almost feels like the full spectrum of human emotion compacted into a handful of seconds. I wouldn’t change that for the world.
Alice Griffin Writes 