i.
I don't know what to say
to you anymore.

ii.
I am now keeping
my distance because
I fear losing you.

iii.
I never planned for
you to mean this much.
But you already are
and I don't know
what to do if you
ever disappear.

iv.
I really like talking to you though.
You always ask me what's wrong,
to speak some more, to sing,
to rant the stress away
and you have to understand
that things like these come
really rare for people like me.

v.
I don't want to let you go.
I don't want you to let go.

vi.
I still listen to the song you wrote,
your voice, it still puts me to sleep.

vii.*
I don't know what to do anymore,
and maybe that's why I'm writing.

I see myself dancing with you
and it's funny that it's all I want.

Growing up,
my mother always
told me that I have
two left feet and nothing
is wrong with that.

My father, he would always
compliment the rigidity,
the structure my bones have.

And my cousin, we'd hold hands
and skip merrily around that tree
and copy shampoo commercials
with towels on our hair.

I don't know what it is with dancing
that I'm so in love with,
that even though I was never good
at it, I crave it and its feeling,

and I don't know what it is with you
that I'm so in love with,
that even though I rarely see you,
I will always be yours.

It's silly how I
keep looking for you in the
same place I lost you

I wanted to
write you a poem,
just like before,
when words
flow freely,
when my feelings
are just overflowing,
when everything
made sense,
and when,
even though
life is tough,
I had the strength
to keep going.

I wanted to
write you a poem
and tell you
how much
you mean to me.

But words,
they stopped
making sense,
and I am drained,
and sad,
and I don't want
to drag you
into this whirlpool
so I keep my mouth shut,
I keep my distance,
I can't even look
at you without tearing up,
without missing the
days I'm your cheerleader.

I want to
write you a poem
and tell you
I miss you
and that
I wish you may
find the person
that will make you
happy,

I know that's
not me.