the enduring issue

you. 

you're a golden boy 

born to shine in the sun, 

but cast to the dark of night,

drenched in moonlight. 

you change like the times when you see me, 

from overbearing and loud

to subdued and moody. 

it's so hard to call this anything but love

when the passion in your eyes is so hard to ignore while you steal a secret side eye at me during a dull conversation. 

seeing you in school colors on the sidelines of the soccer turf 

sweaty, 

hair slicked across your forehead

still looks like beauty to me. 

feeling the heat of your closeness as you stand much too close to me

to just be friends, 

catches me off guard. 

in a good way? 

heaven only knows. 

I fear my own feelings when I'm around you. 

I find it hard to trust myself when you're so close to me, and the movie's getting boring anyway. 

since the fourth grade you have been there. 

constant, loving, and never precisely what I wanted. 

right? 

maybe not. 

your eyes make me question everything. 

love is too hard to see past when you're this close...