Young Writers Society

my love for you
knows no bounds.
every time i see you,
my heart swells.

cozy sweaters
and comforting arms,
i can run to you
when i need love.
i mumble my
apologies
for being so stinky
when you smell so good.
you laugh it off and
smile at me
and i have to remember
how to do anything
other than smile at you
like the lovesick doofus
i pretend not to be.

i want to learn everything about you;
what holidays you celebrate,
which touches make you shiver,
how i can get you to melt into me again,
how i can get you to laugh,
what your favorite tropes are...
i need more space and time
to ask you all these questions,
but i'm sure we'll get around to it.

i want to share
all of me with you,
too.

but i'll be patient.
i want the
mutual baring of our souls
to be the kind artists sob over
because they can't do anything other than hope
to capture its perfection.