I Am Not, But...

I Am Not, But...

I am not your Instagram boyfriend,
capturing fleeting moments in a digital abyss—
the light in your hair,
your cascading reflection in the nearby mirror,
or the steam rising from your morning espresso,
all while highlighting your radiant smile.
I do not perfect your poses, ensuring envy blooms
among your ever-growing followers.

I am not your personal chef,
tantalizing your taste buds with every dish.
I do not master culinary trends
to match the shifting seasons of your diet—
vegetarian, vegan, carnivore, flexitarian.
I do not slave over the flames to craft feasts
to impress your friends.

I am not your lover,
teasing your body beneath satin sheets,
as moonlight catches the sheen of your soft skin.
The room does not echo with your whispered moans
or guard the secrets of our midnight embrace.

I am not your boyfriend,
sending late-night texts of promises and sweet nothings,
words spun to capture your beating heart.
I do not steal your dreams of others,
nor ask you to forget what might have been.

I am not your brother,
sharing secrets of the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I do not playfully grumble when you ask me to stay late,
protecting your virtue and creating chaos together,
the kind that becomes distant memories
and brings spontaneous smiles.

I am not your father,
ready to drop everything when you’re in need.
I do not ensure your plans are solid,
nor pick you up when mistakes leave you shaken,
whispering that everything will be okay.
I do not hold you close,
warming your heart when the world feels cold.

I am not your best friend,
spending endless hours on the phone,
laughing about yesterday, dreaming of tomorrow.
I do not share quiet moments of comfort,
sitting beside you, lost in silence,
yet complete in your presence.

I am not your soulmate,
forever tethered by the light in your eyes.
I do not walk beside you through the ups and downs,
helping you grow,
always understanding, always supportive.

I am not your pool boy,
with a rippled torso shimmering under the sun,
skimming the calm waters of your pool
as you sip on a watermelon margarita.
I do not bring you fresh croissants
or beam at you with a whitewashed smile,
radiant as the sun itself.

I am not your chauffeur,
driving you like Miss Daisy,
stopping for photos at your favorite spots.
I do not adjust the car’s temperature,
charge your phone, or open your door
with effortless grace.

I am not your I.T. guy,
keeping your devices updated and secure,
so you can send sweet messages,
plan future events,
and live a life untroubled by digital threats.

I am not your doctor,
listening to your heart through a stethoscope,
telling you there’s no cure for love,
nor a miracle for a heart that’s been broken.
I do not prescribe rest for your battles,
nor guide you between the medical and the spiritual.

But I am, and will be, all the above whenever you need me.
For you are my everything,
and I am all you need me to be.
You are my journey, you are my life.