to her, love is a limited resource
there's not much to give around
you save some for family and friends
but there is rarely a return on investment
love is scarce through her lens
so, when you offer her just a little
she cannot help but cry
at the interest accrued

sometimes,
I think it's too scary to be in love.

You offer them a cup of coffee,
and then your heart races,
hoping it wasn't too hot or too cold, and hoping that the mistake you overlooked was not reason enough
to leave you forever.

convincing myself
that you like me too
is like convincing myself
that the moon follows me
wherever i go

she smiled shyly at him
he grinned back
and they both sat there
smiling stupidly at each other

in another life
i would hold your hand
instead of holding out my feelings
and holding back the temptation
to hold your hand

one little spider fell on my leg
I smacked him off then I said
"Did you nibble?
Did you bite?"
he said no
just kissed you goodnight
:)

she will be the death of me
for when our lips meet
her breath floods my lungs and
i never want to come up for air