"I think you're really beautiful and I feel really warm when I'm around you and my tongue swells up."

I think you're really handsome and I feel strangely flushed when I'm around you and my heart swells up.

you will never ask the question I yearn to hear, this I know
but I am certain my answer would be yes
yes yes yes
yes vehemently shouted
yes breathlessly whispered
yes, just yes
over and over again

you enable me
you toy with me
you puzzle me
you frick with me, you frack with me
you scatter my thoughts
my wits
my heartstrings
but you also make me laugh
and that kind of trumps everything else

I like that you are a boy
and that I am girl
and that your hands are bigger
than mine when they slow dance

I like that you compliment me
Although I like that you
complement me more

I like that you could hurt
me if you wanted to
and I like that I trust you won't

You are a sincere tornado.
You are kinetic energy.
You are a crystal hanging heavy from my neck.
You charge in leaving my covers in a bunch and my heart in a tangle.
(And where's my ******* blanket?)

But this is not your bed to make.
It is mine.
I gave you permission to coax my ears with your talks of adventure
                                       auras
                                               and hemp.
I also gave you my popsicle -- the one I'd been saving for days
(An intended treat for myself)
I offered, you accepted.
But I still wanted so we shared.
You liked the cherry, I the lemon.

Funny how that was probably
the closest I'll ever come to
kissing you again
And ironic how there was
no joke on the stick,
like maybe all of this
isn't actually that
funny.

But we (can i say we?) laugh.
We laugh so we don't cry.
And I still run my fingers through your hair.
It is so long now.


2:24 a.m. The sun will be rising soon
And you will be with her
And all I know is
she isn't me
and
I am not her