When I laugh with you, it is so much louder than a laugh in other company.
It reminds me of before you loved me, when your laugh was loudest to my ear.
If I was the cause, oh dear!

When we talk of our interests, I listen because I actually do care about yours.
It's just like when we'd icebreak, what are your interests? I find only yours interesting.
How silly, I think.

I watch you closely, even closer when you don't notice. I look across the table at you working, and it pleases me so.
I used to do this constantly, hoping maybe you did notice, but also swearing I was sly.
How dare we catch each other's eye.

Now you see me, for all that I am. For all that I want to be, and I see you seeing me.
I remember when someone told me that you liked me, because of the way you looked at me.
I thought this over, so happily.
You're still looking at me.

a kiss is only
a promise waiting to be
broken once again

Do you ever really move on
From your first

I still get that feeling
In this huge city

Will I see him?
Will he see me?

No one has done better
with making me Love Sick

I thought I could play like you
I thought I was playing WITH you

I was just playing along
With my own Love Sick song

Your whole being is poetry,
from the way you talk,
the way you walk,
the way your lips,
form wrinkles,
each time you smile,
from your deafening silence,
to your soft voice,
poetry,
when you put your arms around me,
bringing me warmth,
against my cold, melancholic body,
when you hold my hand,
making me feel less lonesome,
making the moment grand,
you're poetry,
complex yet subtle,
defined yet undefined,
and I'm just a hopeless poet,
hopelessly trying to decipher,
hopelessly trying to write,
the ambiguous,
you.