all i want to do is talk to you
and each time i respond
my heart sits on a perch
hoping you'll reply back.
and when you do
my heart jolts.
and then
the cycle
starts
over
again.

it may be the fact
that valentines day is friday.
or maybe it's because everyone seems
so happy.
i'm not content, i'm not good
i'm stuck.
maybe i'm in a low period.
someone's painting me blue.
maybe i'm in a low period.
someone change the hue.
i'm begging you.
i'm tired.
i'm sick.
of this loneliness.
they say time heals
they say time makes changes
but i'm waiting for the artist
to see the art form of my distress
and change it
no more blues.
no more cold hues.

the strength i have
to hold your hand
is all i need.
because
i promise to stand by you
and hold your hand
and tell you good things.
like i love you
and you're safe with me
because i want you to be happy.
and i want to be happy.
happiness we can achieve together.
what are we waiting for?

that word
"ultimatum"
makes me cringe
and sends me back
a day where
you were my number one.
the day you broke me
for the second time.
but i'm over that.
the word
just brings back
bad memories.

it's been a long time
since this nervous feeling
that coiled about my stomach
in excitement.
my head stretches to the sky,
now in the clouds
but my stomach remains earthbound
a field of flowers
butterflies fluttering.
i can't wait to see you.

i know it's strange
but i couldn't look at you again today
because it's strange.
to have your complete attention.
your eyes are beautiful.
wide and open.
and at those moments
i did glance into them
your eyes,
that image,
will forever be burned within my head
and honestly
i was flustered
to have your complete
and utter attention.
next time you look at me like that
please smile.
by the way
they are too green
not all brown.

i have a headache
and maybe
if i were with you
it'd be solved.
because maybe
one glance into your eyes
would heal it.
or even your hands,
holding my face
perhaps a kiss.
maybe you are
the medicine
i need.