it'll be 3:00 AM
and i'll still think of you
and how your eyes look out
to nowhere
pondering
in your own thoughts

On a night alone
It's good to know you're out there
doing something
I don't know who you are
but you are there,
and I am here,
and neither of us
are really alone

August 28th, 2013:*
I met a boy at a party today.*
We spoke a few times.
I took a liking to him.
*For a stranger, he made quite an impression.

If I told you
you were a sonnet,
English, of course,
fourteen lines of excellence
capped with a heroic couplet,
you’d tell me you
only liked the Italian poets.
If I mentioned you
were as subtle as
Water Lilies,
you’d point out that
you preferred modernism
to French Impressionism,
and if I said I loved you,
would you agree with me,
for once?