MY HAIR IS MUSSED
SLIGHTLY
AND I WANT YOU
LIKE I WANT THIS CANDLE
LIT
SOMETIMES

I'm making croissants and
I'll save you one
we could really help
each other
out
this year
we need each
other
so come for your croissant
come for me here now

wait
My roommate ate it
I'm sorry
****

I am landing in this plane right now
but don't worry
I didn't put myself on airplane mode
you're still in my head and I'm afraid
you'll be in there for awhile
I'm sorry
I hope there's fresh air and light

Oh my god
the first week you were drawing on
the wall
and I noticed how odd your glasses
were
and I noticed how well they framed
your face

**** you've got a fine face
your face is as fine as the lead in my
2B drawing pencil
you've got some nice arms
they're as nice as this recliner I sat in
once

****
I wanna run through a gas station
with you and buy out all the M&M;'s

I'm writing about you
Have you ever written about
someone?
I'm writing about you

You're like my design homework
complicated
and challenging
but I want to figure you out
and I want to take that challenge
and I want to exert myself to find you
out
because you're worth more than I
can say right now
and I want to make you a pancake
and write your name on top
in chocolate chips
I'll give you my syrup
and my thoughts
We can drink Tropicana and discuss
how sad we've been

I like you and you're great

You sat by me and I'll never forget
what you said to me
"I can't see ****"
and I noticed you for a second time
and it's never felt weirder with you
but weird is my favorite
I want to be your favorite

how do I even begin to describe that
I am smitten with you
just as one begins a math problem
or an essay
but this is a different beginning
because it's
you and me and I am
smitten
utterly, deeply, truly smitten with
your person
and I need to go somewhere
I need to begin
to tell you just how tragic your face
is
and how your face makes me insane
and makes me who I never knew

I've watched your hands
and their movements are almost
serene
and I like that sweater
and I like that cut on your knuckle
and I'm waiting stiller than I was

A cigarette clenched between your
lips
you've got it kept secret and you
hide it with everything else behind
your lips
now all I want is to kiss you