There is such a lack,
an incredible lack
of words to describe
how you make me feel
There is not a word for
shared annoyance
of errors,
rules of the English language.
reading a sentence that makes little sense
to confirm someone doesn’t know how to grammar
staying up ’til 3, 4, 5
to discuss simplicities and complexities,
they felt like the most important things.
Sleep is not an important thing.
joy of seeing you with a smile
rushed banters
sarcasm, conditions, laughter, and silly faces.
Silent promise to see you later
inability to walk and tell you something
at the same time.
Here is my brain, make of it what you will.
Thank you for trusting me with yours.
spaces between sleep
and getting up for the day.
Time, (what is time?)
holding, tickling, touching, skin
pretending to leave,
only to crawl back in
to your embrace, warm,
watching you rest.
your hands
that I can’t not touch.
Not because you need it,
but I do. I hope that’s okay.
hugs I don’t want to end,
silent or not. Close,
being next to you is the safest,
most comfortable, peaceful place to be
spontaneity and uncertainty
kiss you good-bye?
or just wink, either is fine
it’s not complacent
I don’t have to write
because I can say the words to you.
I have the words
to be a person,
with you
If you find words for all these,
I don’t I want them
I’d rather have to fully describe them and,
even then,
it would not be enough
to define the noticings and pieces
I like about you
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
There is such a lack,
an incredible lack
of words to describe
how you make me feel
There is not a word for
shared annoyance
of errors,
rules of the English language.
reading a sentence that makes little sense
to confirm someone doesn’t know how to grammar
staying up ’til 3, 4, 5
to discuss simplicities and complexities,
they felt like the most important things.
Sleep is not an important thing.
joy of seeing you with a smile
rushed banters
sarcasm, conditions, laughter, and silly faces.
Silent promise to see you later
inability to walk and tell you something
at the same time.
Here is my brain, make of it what you will.
Thank you for trusting me with yours.
spaces between sleep
and getting up for the day.
Time, (what is time?)
holding, tickling, touching, skin
pretending to leave,
only to crawl back in
to your embrace, warm,
watching you rest.
your hands
that I can’t not touch.
Not because you need it,
but I do. I hope that’s okay.
hugs I don’t want to end,
silent or not. Close,
being next to you is the safest,
most comfortable, peaceful place to be
spontaneity and uncertainty
kiss you good-bye?
or just wink, either is fine
it’s not complacent
I don’t have to write
because I can say the words to you.
I have the words
to be a person,
with you
If you find words for all these,
I don’t I want them
I’d rather have to fully describe them and,
even then,
it would not be enough
to define the noticings and pieces
I like about you
