cuando me preguntes
"what are you thinking about?"

me gustaría decirte, de una,
te quiero, me gusta mucho tu sonrisa,
pero ya no la veo tanto.
i feel like you were closer in the beginning
warmer,
and




/
maybe i'll keep writing this when i see you again because these days apart are the most we've spent separate from each other since we met
and breathing is necessary,
not that i can't breathe with you more than often times i feel like i breathe so much better
even when it's so hot hiding in your shadows,
but a change of air is always good for the brain,
a new way to look at things,
separation from the infatuation of you.

i do miss you though.
/





but,
i would say, if i could be completely honest,
that i wouldn't mind falling in love with you,
that i feel like you're good for me
and even though i have hidden
i could be good for you too,
because i would love you with all of my heart if i could
do so just by deciding.
not that there's no love,
because getting there is too simple for me,
i could love you just for existing,
or a little bit more,
for your sweetness and your smile and your o so warm embrace.

i would answer all those sweet things you said so early on,
but i've been watching out for attaching myself because
my heart is very fragile
and i've been afraid to let you hold it,
because boys have been boys
and i feel you further away than before,
even though when we slept together that last night
we held onto each other all night,
through sweat and arms asleep.