You told me you don’t want feelings to be involved,
So I won’t tell you how my words falter when you’re around,
I won’t let you know that when you take my face in your hands my knees want to give out,
Or when you kiss me,
My breath catches.
And when you wonder why, at school,
I’m so distant, it’s because I can’t handle being so close to you without being allowed your soft touch.
I can’t stand to see you hold someone else in front of everybody,
The way you hold me when it’s just us.
If I could I would stay with you in your room,
Safe from all of the judgement the world has to ofter.
A place where there needn’t be a title to what we have,
All that has to be known about it is that it’s beautiful.