What ever "this" is.

Damn I am caught.

stuck here with your smell all around

me. Wishing I could have driven faster home,

not to get away from you, but to

keep my heart racing at the pace you

set for it. I am tangled in my thoughts now.

wondering when I’ll see you again,

when I’ll feel this alive again.

 

And man, am I tongue tied. Nothing

is coming out the way it is supposed to.

Happiness doesn’t spill out the way

depression does.

But I have to write about

you.

     Have to get the insane excitement

I am brooding over out onto paper.

                I wanted to keep my arms wrapped

tight. Wanted to say caught there in

our own bubble of time. To only hear your

heart beat loud and fast, to feel you breathe

and match you.

 

      something cautionary fell away tonight,

while we held hands and talked too much.

Spilled out more, but the well seems endless.

I just wanted to keep you close and forget

that tomorrow the world keeps spinning.

                                I wanted to say closer.

 

 

There are so many more things I could

have said. I wanted to hold your gaze until

you somehow understood just how much you

amaze me. How wonderful I see you as. I wanted

to stay there with you until you grasped

just how much you mean to me.

And I wanted to somehow let you know that,

I don’t wanna be silly or mushy,

but whatever this is, I wanna keep it.

Keep you. And.. that isn’t something that

comes with strings or accusations.

[Don’t worry, no frat boy skeletons in my

closet. ]               

I just want you.

                    the way you are, with everything

that it comes with.
   I’ll never claim to know you,

but I want to start to.

I want to hear every “mundane” thought in

your head. Want to spend hours

untangling the thoughts that confuse.

Spend raining nights

                                such as these

sitting doing anything. Everything.

 

Just watching you speak, the way

you can’t lock eyes, how nervous you

seem to be about every word that falls

out of your mouth.

                And dear, I am just as anxious,

I just hide it better. Covering up that

crazy monster of uneasy as it

rears it’s head when we talk.

 

I am not going anywhere any time soon.

                come thanksgiving,

can we see where we end up?

Reviews

[kaycee]

This was lovely. How horrible it is that the silly, stupid things that that one person does can be so intoxicating. Another amazing poem.

[Laura E. Aranda]

Thank you for asking me to read this. It reminded me of my college school days with my 'love' haha
Wonderful piece! I love the GIDDY excitement that swells and flows from this easy to read piece. Cheers, lea

[Parker Pearl]

oh man.
i love this.
it hit me like a train.
in a good way :)

and yeah...by thanksgiving, maybe we'll have a few more things figured out :)

[Parker Pearl]

oh man.
i love this.
it hit me like a train.
in a good way :)

and yeah...by thanksgiving, maybe we'll have a few more things figured out :)