Us.

Often, i picture us
holding hands and watching movies
siting on benches beneath old oak trees
hearing you laugh thoughout the day
and catching you smile
when you think i don't see.

and all i can do is hope
that when you close your eyes
your mind is filled
with thoughts of me.

-mk-

Understanding

If I ever push you away, i don't really mean to.
When i tell you i don't want to talk about it i do, i am just looking for the right words.
Give me a minute, and if i can tell you; i will.
I try to be a struggling mix of real and perfect at the same time.
At the moment, i am working on the ratio.
When i get really quiet sometimes
It is because i have too many things to tell you
All at once,
And i don't know what to say first.

I get immaturely jealous of anyone
who gets to see you an a daily basis.
I miss you really easy.
but i also like that we can be A P A R T
and we are both okay.

Space is good, too.
I love the way we love some of
The same things. And i love how
We love entirely different things.
My head is a complicated pilo of thoughts,
and fears, and cravings, and dreams,
and this tangled up nostalgia for the
past and, somehow, the future.

I am flawed and i am human and i am broken and
I am trying, and i am one person and i am two
hands and i am one and i love you. heart. and i am so glad you are here.