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 eyes,
our late night talks about random ****,
said everything.
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,
boy,
you have no idea how wild it drives me.
you talk,
as i listen.
i smile.
at the thought,
of you being mine.
i talk,
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.
i laugh,
flustered.
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,
yours.
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