You held my hand last night,
we fit like key and lock.
Only for eachother,
the fullness made me gawk.
The film was lost on me,
I did not hear the talk.
Friends asked if it was good,
I have a mental block.

Our fingers intertwined,
the feeling stole my mind.
Bodies and hearts aligned,
connection undefined.
Fingers and arms like vine,
effortlessly they bind.
Wherever did I find
such a boy to be mine?

For six months I've liked you,
wondering if it works.
It should not on paper,
and yet I felt such sparks.
I felt ever faker,
these feels I tried traverse.
There was no end in sight,
my blessing and my curse.

I lay on your shoulder,
my comfortable pillow.
Your arm filled both of mine,
ever mine to borrow.
Not having you near me,
already brings sorrow.
See you January,
my beautiful lover.

Today I fell out of like with you dear.
Although I still hate not having you near.
I'd rather nothing, than a version of you;
that's neither loving, nor coming through.

For I won't settle - for just attention.
I need unity, in shared direction.
You know I like you, yet you fail to give,
your time and presence - jealousy instead.

I cannot run.
I cannot talk.
I cannot breathe.
You hide from me.

'Perfect in countless ways' this shared thought lingers.
But they cannot create pretty, pleasant pictures.
For those 'perfect' puzzle pieces misalign - beware...
Knitting a painfully incompatible pair.

I fell in love with the feeling you give.
I confused it with the person you are.