Dear You,

I write you a letter,
in the form of small phrases,
only because I cannot speak the words,
I want you to hear.
For I am not good at confrontation in any manner of the heart.
And I apologize for that--from now on.

Over the course of the past few weeks,
it seems like you have taken what I hold to be most valuable.
The most secretive part of my whole.

It seems cheesy at best to have a poem written in your name,
but I cannot seem to gather any of the sweet lovely words I know I want to say.

I feel magnetism every time you're near,
my heart starts pounding,
thoughts disappear.

I hear your name, or watch it float across my screen,
and I seem to keep wondering, if you are it for me.

Too soon??

Something in the way you carry yourself,
your interests,
your intentions,
your mannerisms,
the way you move...

...it fits. And we fit.

I can't seem to get enough of you,
I can't seem to take my mind off of you.

You just make me feel so --- alive

I'm going to fall for you,
to give you fair warning.

It's not my fault--
                                --but my heart already knows what it wants,


and all it screams for is you.

Always yours,
xoxo