you

With your
scent-
touch-
warmth-
words-
voice-
body

melting into
mine,

I finally realized
everything that had been

missing.

Sometimes when the
missing you gets
unbearable,

she
laces her hands
together, until
their tiny pulses
melt
together, and

she
closes her
eyes,

pretends that
one of them is
yours, and

tries to
convince herself
that you're not

so far
away.

Watching a movie about
a stupid
dinner
party,

all she can
do is
breathe deeply and
wonder where you
are right
now and
she

realizes that
she would
never admit it
to your face,
but she's
so

(un-
necess-
arily)

paranoid.

I want to go slowly
Into the sunset
I want to go
With you.
But both of us
Are at the bottom of the sea
Stuck in muck
Waiting to be free.
I want to see with you
The last star of the night
And the first of the morning
Slowly break the horizon
And cover the world with light.
I want to fly swiftly
Through the clouds
I want to fly swiftly
With you
Passing birds
And feeling the cool breeze
That matches the shade of blue
And seeing the felt soft blanket of trees.
I want to go
Into the forest
I want to go
With you
To breath in the brisk spices
That the forest offers
And to feel the soft moss
And to pick and toss
The leaves.
I want to go so many places
I want to go so many places
With you.

She stretches her fingers
up to the
blue-sky-pulsing-sun and
squints her eyes,
letting dark lashes

blur
the
world,

until the white tips
of her nails
blend into the puddles of
gauzy clouds, and the
(souls) of her feet are

tangled
up
in

the scent of new dirt and
expanding grass and
warmth that echoes
from his

body
next
to
hers.

She thinks
about how the
wind smells

exactly
like
his
skin.

Every time I
make connections with
the back of your hand and
the softness of my
lips,

I say in my
mind,

I love
you.

Sometimes I
whisper it in
tree-
language;

sometimes I
shout until
my silent mouth
is
sore.

While I was
resting next to you,
staring into your
eyes like
pools of warmth,

I came to the
sudden realization
that the greatest reason
I'm so
lovesick for
summer,

is because
summer was
when I
met
you.

(This
scares
me.)

You say that
you're afraid
that I'm losing my
childhood, but

the English
Translation
is:

you're afraid
that I'm losing my
dependency for

(you.)

I never felt anything in the world
like this before
Like total shock
Why does the pride you hold
Make you run away
As if you are afraid of me
As if I did something wrong
I can wait for you to come back to me
I can hold you close to my heart
How could you just walk away
And hope things will get better
I dont see why you would go
And leave me crying

I love how the moon reminds me of your face,
And how the dancing fireflies remind me of your grace.

I love how the stars twinkle in your eyes,
And your expression when you get a surprise.

I love how your hair is wavy like the sea,
And how you spend so much time with me.

I love how your personality reflects the sky so blue,
But most of all I love you.

His arms shot up above him,
crawling towards a ceiling
painted with
paper cranes
and shadows built
from candlelight.

The tiny flames made
pockets of amber beauty
on the pale crevices
of his face.
Standing there,
clothed but
naked with beauty,
he was
love.

I could feel darkness
twisting through the
patches of light,
and it was
our music.
I could hear the

The melodies that
you packaged up
into a CD are

spinning around
my head, bouncing like
frightened insects that

are stuck inside the
glass walls of fluorescent light bulbs, and
these lyrics are burning me.

Each song that spins across
my lips, just makes me wish
that you weren't so far away.

Even though the music is
beautiful, and my heart
can't stop beating along

You say that you know me more
Than anyone else.
I won’t disagree,
You know 10% of who I am,
that’s more than anyone else.
I don’t let people in,
Even you recognize that,
And I wish I could.
I wish I could tell you that
I wish I had even half of the talent of the people in the show,
Even one talent I can show off.
I wish that
I was as pretty as some of the other girls,

She wants to
scatter
tiny notes
around your
room,
to remind you
of how beautiful you looked
with your head
resting in her
lap,
hair framing your face
like Peter
Pan, and your
voice
taking her away
to Neverland.

Your CD is
running through her
veins, and
she is finally
calm, and

she can't help realizing
that her room
is overflowing
with your scent.

I have you again.
And its strange,
Because its not like before.

For sometime,
There was a rift between us
And the going was not easy.

It was like a bridge,
Suspended over an endless
Creavice in the earth.

It seperated two meadows,
Each so beautiful
Yet so different.

We were stuck on that bridge
And I was hoping
It wouldn't fall.

And at times
I made mistakes