TK

yours, yours are lovely
they're so pretty (for lack of a more masculine adjective)
they are so observant
and so caring,
and i can see the softness in them.
they often won't hold mine for long,
but when they do,
their gaze gives me butterflies.
and my stomach turns to knots.
and my heart skip-skips a beat.

dying

you told me, once,
that my death scares you more than your own
what you don't understand:
i start dying when you stop living
so live, and you won't need to worry about my death.

patience

you might need to wait a while.
these things take time, you know.
but you'll grow while you wait.
you will. you'll see.

the side of the fence

the grass is greenest here,
when i'm with you

how dare you

don't think about me, if you won't let me dream about you.
do not dream of me, if i can't think of you.

don't think or dream.
before you tell me not to.

this one for the way your lips
though barely moving
can still say everything i cannot