I love the way you hold my hand
and your bad jokes
I love when our matching noses touch
how you laugh when I say kitten

I love you in the morning
with your pretty sleepy eyes
I love you when you say
please give this show another try

-Katherine Baldwin-

does sharing these little small things
if I stitch them all together, the glaces and smiles
can it make the sum of it all
equal more than what it is

the shows we have watched
the eyes you make at me
does it make us a little more than friends?

If I told the story of what happened here
and you went next
people would think we were talking about two different events

I just wanted you to need me
and then I let that get so big that
I needed you so bad I lost it

I still crave you
even if that craving comes
with a good dose of hating myself

I know
you want to pretend like it never happened
and you jump if I get close

So what if we never were physically intimate
I have not ever in my life had eye contact
as intense as that