time's a very
funny thing,
really. sometimes it
goes s l o w ,
f a s t .
and the speed of time
depends on the viewer.
it's like beauty that way,
time is. beauty
is in the eye of the
b e h o l d e r .
no matter what they say,
science cannot define
beauty, because beauty
is in our own souls.
sometimes i wonder
if this all justifies why
i miss you so much.
i think it does.
but maybe i'm just
stretching the laws of
physics and of
sanity. i am,
after all, a
r o m a n t i c ,
even if i won't admit it.
i mean, i saw you
about a week ago.
we exchanged about
five words-worth of conversation.
"found you."
"hi."
"hi."
"hi."
and that was all we said.
but i fucking s a w
you, and that
ought to be enough.
like my friend said,
"you've hugged him once
before, shouldn't that be enough?"
but no. it's not.
that was six freaking
m o n t h s
ago, for starters.
we weren't dating then
and neither of us knew
the depths of the other's
feeling.
so, in conclusion...
1. i miss you.
2. i still miss you.
3. please... just hold me.
4. i love you forever.
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Puisithe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86