I miss you, but I don't even know your face. I don't know your smell or the way you step. It sickens me, I'm in too deep. I'm pretty sure that nature pissed off the grass and your temple holds all its dew. I brush against it. I didn't know anything could feel so soft, in such a sweet moment. I'm pretty sure before you, i thought love was cheesy. I thought it was useless, I thought it was stupid. You sure changed me, you made me so different. Now to this day, you don't even know, that when you wanted to be friends, I wanted so much more. So now, I keep it to myself. Just how much I love you, I cry to sleep, I want to be holding you.
October 2, 2010