to be held?
to just exist in someone else's arms
and escape from your own grasp
to just feel as if you weren't completely alone
in the complexity of the universe
in its dimensions and holes
and just feel
for once
wanted.

do we have together

how many until
we never speak again

does today count?

for i was just an asteroid in your belt,
but you were my entire galaxy.

quite recently i realized
hanging out with my favorite guy
doesn't make me his favorite girl.

lately i've been thinking about
how you walk with your shoulders back
at the same time
being so ridiculously awkward.

it's really cute.