I can’t watch that show without thinking of you.

And I can’t make a move without thinking it through.

And I can’t understand this new feeling I’ve found:

For once, I miss you, I need you around.

But I can, and I will, hide from you how I feel.

My heart is the last thing I want you to steal.

But I’m coming to find, the closer to calling you mine, the more I feel alive.

Your touch is fogging up my mind.

Your love is mysterious and kind.

Who am I, to run away?

When my heart begs me to stay?

And who are you, to swell with pride?

When you want me by your side.

For the past eleven
days I’ve been waiting
for you
to get drunk.

So I could read
the words on
a screen that I
really needed to
hear from your mouth.

The night I knew
you were getting drinks
I waited up for
these texts from you:

I miss you.
I miss you so much.
I miss seeing you everyday.
I miss waking up next to you.
I can’t stand the idea of being away from you.

But all you said
the next time you saw me was:
I hope my texts didn’t wake you up.

They didn’t.