There's so much to write about you
and so little time,
but that's okay with me,
because if the world knew everything about you,
someone better would come, and you wouldn't be mine
...not that you're mine anyway...
but if you were to come and stay,
not a day would go by
where I wouldn't die
simply to grab your hand
and run away.

But I digress...
When I think about you, my head-
no, my heart-
no, my head-
no, both!-
are a mess,
and I just want you to come in
with your kisses like a broom
and sweep me away to somewhere
better;
somewhere that they can't complain
or attempt to explain
or dictate,
because it's ours alone.

You're in my mind so often that sometimes
it seems so second nature-
so natural,
so factual,
like procrastinating my homework
until 11:58 on a Sunday night,
or making that cup of tea at 2am
that I know will hurt me
more than help me
in the sleeping department.
Your presence is like my two front teeth;
a little worn and chipped
from being around so long,
but a trivial part
of my smile.

And I know that your face goes all squinty
and you close your eyes
when you're laughing really hard,
and it makes my stomach do little flips,
and I laugh along with you
so you think that my smile is
only from the joke;
And I saw you looking at me
while I was reading my book with
a smile on my face,
and I saw you turn your gaze
when our eyes met as I brushed
some hair out of my eyes
so I could see you in my peripherals
just a little bit better.

But the best part of you
and me
is that I wrote this poem with no one in mind
and now
I will fall asleep with your name on my lips
and hidden inside the ink on the page.