He is with me in,
every single moment.
Whether it's close to me,
or not.
When he take a little smile,
And that moment with him,
the sweetness of my life's melody flows
like i am nobody.
And even when he is not with me,
His name also makes me
patient all the time.

To the sweet boy who can't get a read on me:

I'm sorry.

I will use you up and leave you dry...
and I think you would like to use me up too.

The problem with that is,
there's so very little left of me to use up.

So kiss me,
and try not to see the tears,
try not to taste the bitterness,
and I promise I won’t tell you his name.

His name slurred on my lips
i love the ways it’s
rolled around on my tongue
loosened by my vocal chords.
every time i said
his name aloud,
it felt as though I was
becoming more and more
well versed in him;
his character
*his very being.