I'm sure people have told you your name is beautiful,
but darling, it's not just your name that's beautiful
it's your eyes
and your soft hands
and all the times we've fallen asleep next to each other
and that little smile you get
or how desperately and painfully in love I am,
with you,
and how much it hurts to be near you,
and sevenfold is the pain of being away-
how nervous I got when your sister sent me a picture
-you were seated next to a man's arms-
who was he? your small body
is a bullet straight through my soul
I fear every day I've lost you and you're gone already
or that you'll find a boy and fall for him
and never think anything of me ever again
I've felt the way you moved around me-
I never want anyone else to feel that-
because I want you, all of you,
you and me,
forever,
and all my stupid lines of poetry
are cliche and hurt my own eyes reading them
but they're honest
and still fall short
because I'm so in love with you,
and we've faded so far, so fast, from what we were and have been-
how can I get us back?