my confession
ricochets off your heart.
the echos of my voice,
left hanging in the branches.

why cant i be what you are looking for?

so many pieces fit,
the missing one allways matters.

quietly you had stolen upon my senses,
and had grown a sun unto my heart.

the adolescent yearning i feel,
when i try to forget you.
is fleetingly filled by another,
but he doesnt smell like you.

i will lay myself down, gently,
within his foreign arms.
and pretend,
that he needs me like you.