I’ve a soft spot for you;
you press my tender button.
My heart’s a big furry teddy bear
with arms wide open.
I want to ruffle up your hair--what’s left of it.
Walk over here— my lap’s for you to sit.
Wait, you’re too heavy— I forget that you’re a man.
Perhaps I'll sit on top of you—
that's a better plan.
I’ve bought you dark chocolates-- treats for my sweet boy.
You’ve brought me red wine-- when I’m drunk, I am your toy.
Playtime’s fun; we can make or break the rules--
we’ll play House; we’ll play School.
We'll play all through our nap time, until the coffee's brewed.
We'll add some sprigs of wild thyme to our diabetic food.

People are nature's biggest curiosity.
Naturally, I observe them every chance I get.
The last time I was here, it was no different.
My fascination rested with the girl to my left.
She was obsessed with the guitarist,
claiming that he was "amazing" and "the man of her dreams."
She fantasized about dating him.
She wondered what it would be like to know that she inspired the songs
or to meet him backstage for a familiar kiss,
rather than an awkward handshake.
I smirked at her musings wryly,
long since having given up any notions of romance,
let alone with a shining star.
How funny the tricks fate plays on us.
As I watch you sing on stage, the spotlight bright,
and listen to words meant only for me,
and await that backstage kiss,
I can't help but glance at the girl to my left.
She's not as starstruck as I remember;
She doesn't know everything about you.
She doesn't even know your name.
I wonder why.
You're the brightest star I know.
Everyone should love you and know your name.
A scoff brings me back to reality; I look to my right.
I know that sneer. I wore it once myself.
To this girl, I'm just another girl to her left,
but I can't help my spreading grin.
Perhaps I am the girl to the left,
but you love me, and so my world's all right.

I wish I could hate you,
you and your handsome grin
you and your hand running through your hair
you and your laugh, your touch, your love.
I wish I could hate it all.

Maybe then I wouldn't miss you,
you and your handsome grin
you and your hand running through your hair
you and your laugh, your touch, your love.
I wish it didn't feel so empty without you.

But you,
you with the handsome grin
you with your hand running through your hair
you and your laugh, your touch, your love.
I can't stop craving it,
I can't stop craving you.

But I miss you so much, I'd do anything to see you.
Maybe you don't feel the same
But I love you so much, I take every chance I can to talk to you.
Maybe you don't feel the same
But my hands write only for you
But my eyes only fall on you
But my heart only beats for you

I guess it only breaks for you too.

I get it now
I understand
I know what they meant by their cheeks hurting and their stomach twisting.
I know what they meant by longing to be with him, just for one more minute
and another
and another.
I get it now
I understand
I know why they always look longingly at their phones, awaiting another text
I know why they sigh deeply just by looking at his photos
going through
one by one.
I get it now
I understand
I know what it's like to be in love
and to fall in love
over and over again
every day.

Hello

you don't know me
but I'm the ******* the other end of his phone.
The one nervously waiting for him to text me that he's back home
saying that he had a good time but was glad to be in bed.
I'm the one who holds him when he has a bad day
the one who reassures him that I'll always love him
the one who fell head over heels for him
for his weird quirky dorky nerdy self.
That's me.
Please don't take him away from me,

please.

Signed,
Me

Please don't worry about him,
he'll be fine.
He's gonna go and have fun and he'll be safe, I promise.
He's not gonna go off and see someone else,
he's not planning to cheat on you
he's not gonna let alcohol and some girl
take away what you two have.
Please don't worry
I know it's hard but you've got to accept it.
Nothing you do,
whether it's countless hours spent worrying
or nervously asking him if he still loves you,
none of it would change anything.
Just because you worry,
just because you ask,
if he is a cheater,
he's going to cheat, regardless of what you do.
So be happy.
Please be happy and please don't worry.
Smile and know that he's thinking about you every now and then,
smile and know that he's also wishing your lips were together,
that you were side by side with your hands linked.
He knows you love him
now it's just time you know that
he loves you too.