poems

it hurts

"And I know,

It hurts"

I move my face closer to hers

I want to comfort her...

Kiss her.

Touch her.

Love her.

But I don't know how.

So I just stand there,

my eyes falling to the ground,

looking into

the distance,

anywhere but her face.

She calls my name,

and I look up,

into her caramel-colored eyes.

How I want

to lace my hand,

to match it with

her perfectly tanned fingers,

and run my hands

through her hair,

dark like a moonless night.

As she pulls me into a hug,

the warmth of her body

is all that's keeping me

from crying,

because I know

I'll have to let her go.

"You should go"

"I know"

But I don't want to leave her.