waking up with my hair tangled
braids come undone
missed calls from my mother
what new lie shall i make up?
your room is perfectly cold in the mornings
i shiver and sigh when you put your arms around me
and to keep myself there
i lie and hide and make up stories
sometimes i marvel
at my own ability to maneuver truths
when did i learn this? where did i learn this?
was it from my dad, when he would talk about how strong his faith in his god is? or
did i pick it up from my mother,
who would blurt yes
after a pause when i asked her
if she loved papa
why does it make me feel shameful?
to let you close the door
we know, we won't last long
come here, kiss my worries away regardless
i like how you scrunch your nose, adjusting invisible glasses
forgetful and sleepy boy
when i walk too fast in crowd, lost in my thoughts,
and i pause suddenly, coming back for you
and you put up a show of being upset
or when you write your economics homework at 2 am,
asking me answers to questions you already know
you just wanna talk to me, don't you?
i don't mind, i have my life to sleep away
talk to me, walk with me,
put your arm around my shoulders
and kiss my face
i'll likely never show you this
because i tend to keep my heart hidden
and because you're not going to stick around for long
and i don't want to show you how weak i am for you,
sometimes.
so
keep me close, for as long as you want
and i'll stay there, for as long as i can
