I am alienated from this feeling
until today.
It felt like home,
recognizable,
at ease,
simple,
without any motive to burn.

Not much of a poet
but with you I am an avalanche of words
waiting to be written in paper
and you just sit there,
unaware of the effect
you have on my spine.

You talked about the weather
and I am awed on the rarity that a
topic as mundane as the weather
can stimulate my already
shabby senses.

I love you.
You love her.
She loves him.
End of ******* story.

We stood there with his body pressed up against mine and my body pressed up the against the wall.
Our lips were touching but not being kissed.

"Why won't you just take the choice away from me and just kiss me?"

He looked at me with his lips still grazing mine and said,
"I pinky promised you I wouldn't kiss you until you were ready, I'm not one to break a pinky promise."

It was then I knew I was ready and I kissed him more passionately than I've ever kissed someone before.

The daftest and strongest of all,
I wonder when you get there
...
Will you think of me?