you said you were sure you did.
i said the same.
we both knew how much of an understatement that was.
you said we should talk about it,
i said i agreed.
but i knew,
our late night talks about random ****,
you said you missed me,
i said “same hereeee”
i just want to be in your arms.
the way your voice sounds,
the way in which you speak to me,
you have no idea how wild it drives me.
as i listen.
at the thought,
of you being mine.
as you listen.
the phone being the only thing separating us.
i want to play with your hair.
i drift asleep,
hearing only the sound of your voice.
the next day,
you tell me i was snoring.
you say you loved it,
you thought it was cute.
i want to call you when i’m crying in the middle of the night,
so you can calm me in that way you do.
i want you to call me when you have random thoughts,
so we can discuss them as we like to do.
i want to call you when i think of a bad joke,
just so i can hear you laugh your laugh.
i want you to call me,
your jet black curls,
brought me to my knees,
they make me so **** weak.
as you slightly nudge me off the sidewalk,
i realize how much i love the thought of us flirting all through the night.
i realize that you are all i never knew i wanted.
i realize that when i’m upset, i want to talk with you, when i’m happy, excited, bored, when im feeling super high and super low,
i always want to be talking to you.
what have i gotten myself into?
you, are going to **** me up.
but i don’t mind.
young love= sleep deprivation
-words of the subject of this poem