I want to reach out to you, if that’s okay?
I want to dance back and forth
with our words flowing freely.
Lines upon lines
yours so sweet, delicate,
You make me nervous.
But I can’t keep starting these dances if you will not return the movements with ease.
I can tell you are straining,
I can tell for you it seems forced.
So tell me.
I want to hold you.
Why can’t I hold you?
I should never have told you
How I feel.
Now I’m embarrassed,
passionate about nothing,
sad for no reason,
we are nothing,
we are friends.
But I want to hold you.
I want to make you mine.
But I will never have you.
I will never hold you.
You cannot hold someone in your grasp when their spirit is so free.
In touch with the world as it is.
The extras don’t matter to you,
but they’re the only things that keep me connected to you when I’m away.
If you could pick up my notebook
and read the words I’ve written about you
you’ll either fall in love with me or have me committed.
Well, I am crazy.
Crazy about you,
about what we could be,
so commit me,
or better yet, commit to me.
Hand me your heart, I promise I’ll hold it.
And I’ll keep it.
Safe from anyone with an acid touch. You know the kind.
Touches that create holes,
grasping so tightly all I can do is lose it.
My cool. I’ve lost my cool.
Don’t let me lose you too.
You don’t even know yet what I could do for you.
What I would do for you.
I told you honestly
that honesty is my favorite of policies
and honestly my honesty
is making me tell you things
and ask you things, my heart is seeking your answers.
I don’t get you.
Maybe you’re not right for me
because they say if you’re chasing and getting nowhere
eventually you have to know when to walk away with your dignity.
And if I walk away and you don’t come after me,
my heart gets its most important answer. Honestly.