words that reach out

twisting stories around our tongues
the occasional improv in place of what we would normally elaborate upon
we have a younger audience then just each other
turning emotions into words
that gush from our souls like rivers 
our lips simple carriers of a much bigger meaning 
yours tempting me every time i look at you
mine trying not to lie
but scrambled are the things i tell you
and yet
i feel you grow closer 
as does your beautiful face
yet six feet apart (more like ten miles) we stay 
your words as amusing 
as they are a thoughtful break from normality
our words together dance around each other
yours holding hands with mine in my imagination
but i may only wonder what they do for you
for fear is a friend i keep closer than bravery 
and lingering is the knowledge that im not. . . what you normally choose
but still
let our lack of freckles
and words that flow like blood in our veins
continue to connect us 
during these times of separation
and sadness that seams larger than life
the shadows of the time you spend with yourself 
wrapping around you, attempting to drown you in the negative thoughts
that eat at the inside of your subconscious
witch might not be as clean as you think
but let the connection
whether it be friend. . . or something else
glue the pieces of my life back together 
and hold them there
to keep me from falling apart again
because. . . . i can't on my own
i need help
and i want yours.