I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you

I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.

My face goes a deep red,
melting in like the slap of skin,
leaving tension and darkened marks.

Wow, more.

His hands are perfect,
tighter.

like a noose, but you
give me life.

The prickly surface.
Wow.

My fingers always find my way to you.

But your longer arms,
Wow.

Hold me while we watch
Freedom Writers.

He’s a big man,
but he’s gotten smaller.

His smile and perks are radiant this
3-minutes-past morning.

He shines through even though
the thunder is slamming
down on the roof of
the labyrinth that is the School.

He’s really cute,
in that stylish, yet masculine
man way.

I’m really glad he’s here.
He makes it better.