just one day

iii.

my feelings for you are lowercase.

they're not big enough to be

anything else but.

not yet.

not yet.

maybe some punctuation,

maybe some diction,

numbers,

words,

letters,

but all to keep track of this small feeling

growing,

ebbing beneath the water

that makes up my anatomy,

floundering through the chaos

that is growing up

that is adolescence,

trying to keep a hold

on any surface,

any edge,

so as to still be there

when the noise settles

and i'm finally at peace

and i'll finally hear the tiny,

miniscule,

iota of a desperate cry

that's been smothered

by all the other sounds.

till then i can only guess

at what secrets

this little intruder

is hiding

as it grows within me.