Southern Boys and French gentlemen

He says, “I've fallen hard,
And I've fallen fast
Both in and out and honestly,
The older I get? The more I realize,
Life is not about the moments
But the experience.

I’m done waiting for people to love
Me or for me to love them.
I want to savour their soul
Understand their experiences
And take home more
Than just a warm body.

Darling, you’re a baby
But you get me
And maybe that’s all it is.
The understanding that eclipses
The wanting and the needing.
Humans are more than that.”

He waits for my answer,
Patient as ever
And I crave his southern twang
Words melting like butter,
Loving him in the right now
With his blue eyes and broad shoulders

I am a momentary creature,
But I want more than just words.
The thing is I love everyone
Until I don’t.
He's fireworks, and me? Wildfire.
Spark igniting spark.

Too bright souls with too deep words,
Poetry straight from a Kerouac novel,
He inspires me and I want to surrender,
So I don’t because I've learnt
That passions end as quickly as they begin
And I’m not a child anymore.

There’s another him that I’m iffy about,
Because he’s suave and charming,
French and disarming
And oh, so stable
It practically hurts.
But there is comfort.

And maybe that’s all that matters.
The words that are said
That he keeps. No second guesses.
And I don’t want a right now,
Nor a forever,
But there is a promise there.