Sometimes I wonder
if you think about me
as much as I
think about you.

Sometimes I wish
I could just fly past
the hundreds of miles
between us.

Sometimes I want
to feel the warmth
of your lips
against mine.

Sometimes I will
myself to sleep knowing
that your beautiful face
will haunt my dreams.

If sometimes means
as often as
I breathe then
yes, sometimes.

(p)

you can tell me i’m beautiful

but i won’t believe you.

you can tell me i’m amazing

and still won’t have a clue.

you can tell me you love me

i’m sorry, it might seem that i doubt its truth.

you can tell me all these things;

i love hearing them from you.

i just hope that you won’t give up waiting

for me to whisper back “i love you, too.”

(p)

don’t leave me.

don’t ever.

please.

i feel so empty.

   lost.

          afraid.

                 insane.

i look for myself

in you

more than

i look for myself

within me.

(p)

Let me kiss your worries away.
I promise, baby,
that everything will be okay.

Let me hug you tight.
It's you and me, babe,
'Til the end, we'll fight.

Let me treasure your heart.
I'll be careful, my dear.
Take care of it, I must.

Let me spend my days with you.
I'll never leave your side, love.
I swear to you, this will remain true.
(p)

Maybe in an alternate universe:
We wouldn't be divided
by oceans and mountains,
and times not synced.
Maybe we wouldn't be fearful.
Maybe we wouldn't be doubtful.
Maybe you would have green eyes
instead of blue.
Maybe I would have liked another
who isn't you.
Maybe I wouldn't even be writing this.
Maybe we would be beside each other,
Laying intertwined, in love and at ease.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
But who cares about other possibilities
when my universe is you?

I see you standing there,
staring at you, unaware.
I smile and think,
"This is it. We've waited years.
But now you're here."
I cannot ask for anything more.
This has always been our dream.

I run towards you.
You look back;
your eyes meeting mine.
"Be still, my beating heart."
But it can't. It never can
when all I see is this man;
the most beautiful form of art.

You wrap me in your arms.
Tears fall down our cheeks;
pouring out all pent up feelings.
You hug me tight.
I bury my head on your chest.
I swear to God, this day is the best.

I look into your eyes;
those blue orbs I'll love 'till I die.
You lean in.
No words needed.
I know what you mean.
I wrap my arms around you,
wanting to feel more.
Scared, ecstatic, nervous?
I don't know anymore.

But your hands slipped away.
Everything is turning gray.
I open my eyes.
And see the sun's rays.
I'm back in my bed.
Waking up to your message instead.
"Good morning, love.",
with a smiling face.

Is there really
a wrong time for love?
Maybe it is right
but just never
meant to be.

(p)