Have you heard about
The gravitational forces that exist
Between all matter?
Gravity isn't just within the planets.

I was learning about this today
And couldn't help
But think of you-
The way I am drawn to you.

Even when we're apart,
I feel a pull to be near you-
When we're together,
The unexplainable urge to touch you.

Physical or not,
At the very least it is
A psychological gravity-
An alignment of our mental masses.

How do I count this-
A blessing or a curse?
This feeling that I can't survive
Without you near.

You have become
The center of my universe,
Holding me in orbit.
Always the focal point.

Some day when you are
No longer here,
I will float out aimlessly
Amongst the stars and galaxies

Lost in space.

I am worried.
Today, I caught myself smiling.
The cause?
I had been thinking of you-
The sound of your laugh,
Your goofy jokes,
The way your lips would feel
Against my own.

I'm going mad over you:
When I try to sleep,
Memories of your voice
Flood my mind;
When sleep embraces me,
You're in my dreams...
Only the good ones, of course;
Nothing about you is a nightmare.

I am afraid of the way you make me feel-
Afraid I won't be able to
Forget you.
But most of all,
I'm afraid that
I don't really like you.

You are so many things:
A blossoming tree, laden with potential,
A snowy field, unblemished by tracks,
An unfamiliar language, beautiful in your complexity.
You hold the promise of excitement- happiness.
Your novelty is captivating.
But if I've learned anything from the past,
It is to set my expectations low-
That nothing is as splendid as it seems from afar.
So forgive me for keeping my distance;
I will stay just out of reach
For as long as possible,
Because as soon as you get too close,
I will see you for what you are,
And your mystique will fade.

I am not "falling" into anything-
I am being dragged by the hand.
His grip is gentle,
But this is unfamiliar.

Do I trust myself?
This feels like hell
But hey,
At least there is warmth.

As unpleasant as winter may be,
It seems to mirror my soul.
Everything feels frozen in time-
Unmoving,
Reflective...
Dreary,
Yet bright.
And much like my mind,
Even woeful winter can take on a new light
With a little contemplation.

Before you, I couldn't understand
Why everyone made such a big fuss
About kissing...
Once my mouth met yours,
I was hooked.
I can remember every time our lips have touched.

The first time,
In that old van at the drive-ins-
I was sick with anticipation;
Your nervousness was tangible.
When our lips finally met,
It was everything I'd hoped for.

Then that night by the water:
My feet were in the lake,
Your hand in my hair.
I breathed in your warm scent
And my tongue found yours.
It all felt so right.

The best kiss of all-
While we sat on the beach,
There was sand in our mouths
But we were too happy to care.
As my fingers tangled in your hair,
You were the only thing that mattered.

But eventually I learned
All that glitters isn't gold.
Because somewhere along the way,
Our kisses lost their sparkle.
Now I can barely remember
The way that you taste.

I can't make myself
want you.
If you are
a single star,
I am
the entire constellation.
From the beginning,
we were destined to fail-
the too-sensitive boy
with
the unshakeable girl.
You could never handle
my silent splendor.
Now,
while you can't
stop
crying about me,
not a single
thought of you
crosses my mind.
But then again,
I'm the one
writing this poem
about you.