I get embarrassed when you read my poems
And you know they're about you.
I get shy and nervous and scared you'll run away.
I don't have the words to say
How much I love you
But I try when I write to you
Things I think you'll never read
And then you see them and my head spins.

Is it too much? Can you love someone too much?
Is my love intimidating? Probably.
There's a lot of it to give.
But if it's intimidating to you then maybe
You don't deserve it.
Maybe

Are you overwhelmed by your love for me, too?

Too long have I waited
The heat of you, the smell of you
You make me
Miss you
This yearning, longing for you
I cannot quiet the fire
You make me
Burn
I see the smoulder in your eyes
Taste the desperate need on your lips
You make me
Breathless
I feel your body, contours so familiar
As your arms wrap around me
You make me
Feel alive
In a deep tidal rhythm that ebbs and flows
I am rising, racing up high, higher
You make me
Fly
Arms entangled, our hearts slowly fall to a quiet beat
As breath deepens, readying for sleep. You kiss me.
You make me
Love you

We are but so young
We could chase down the world
Yet the past that haunts us
Weighs down on our shoulders
We cry and we scream
Nobody hearing a thing
Stuck in the abyss
Of what could’ve been
Cause I was a fool
And shouldn’t have let you go
They say our first love
Always hurts the worse
The scars you left me
I can’t wash away
I lost you once
Then twice and again
Living our own lives
But if you ask
I’m not ready to lose you again
I never will be
Because we’re still too young
You’re supposed to chase the world
Not lay around waiting
For your world to end
I’ll never be ready
Come next year or one after
To never be with you
Ever again