Perched upon my keyboard,
eager and ready to write,
my hands are unwilling
to move.

I can never think of
the right words
to say how perfect you are

without making them sound
like everything I've ever written.

I am ashamed that I have ever even
thought that I cared about
anyone else
in comparison to how I feel
when I see your face.

So I quit writing
Because I have nothing to say.
Not because you've given me nothing to feel
but because you have left me
permanently speechless.

It hasn't even been that long.
I'm already addicted
to the sound of your voice
to the curve of your smile
to the way your tilt your head

before you flash
that million dollar smile.


You are remarkable;

it makes me sick
to my stomach
knowing
that I thought
I liked
other people
before I met you.
Now everything
and everyone
before you
seems so
fake,
and forced.


Now, I don't give a ****
about anything in my past
for the first time in my life.
Because you are the first person
that I have ever met
to make me want to enjoy
the present.



                                                     ­                                                                 ­                              *CVT

It hasn't even been three days
since your lips touched me last.

Something about the way we speak
and they way you've embedded yourself
inside of my head
      probing through my thoughts
gives me hope.

This could be the start of something beautiful.

I never thought that I would be the girl
waiting for a boy for return from college.
It takes too much strength, and wouldn't be
worth it, I thought.

Yet I didn't think twice.
I plunged into this
without a blink.

Why wouldn't I want to wait
twenty three days
for someone I've pined after
for years?


                                                                                                                                    *CVT

Finally being able to kiss
someone you've been
aching over
for years,

is bliss.


                                                                                                                                    *CVT

Feeling someone painstakingly
nudge space between you
can evoke the most
helpless feeling
there is.

It's monotonous,
and excruciating.

There are no words to reverse
what you can feel
inevitably coming.

All you can do is sit
and engulf yourself in every
second you have left with him,
pleading with your eyes
to make him take his time.

But it always ends.
And when it does,
you hate yourself
for never being

good enough.


                                                                                                                                    *CVT

I can still feel your hot breath
soaking through my detangled hair
when we embraced for the last time
and
I still have that gross popeye tshirt buried
underneath my bed, tucked away in the back
and
I can still feel my agitated cheeks
ocassionally scraping along your face
and
I can still taste the salt in my mouth
from when I knew that was going to be the last time
and
I still have our last goodbye
teetering on the tip of my tongue,
licking my way to the core.


                                                                                                                                    *CVT