its so complicated
thinking of you and
her and me and us
and there’s all the
labels and whether
or not i fit in and if
i will do it all right
or wrong or will i do
it at all, this mess
of relating to each
other its like exploring
a foreign land, and
getting lost in the
beauty of the language
just so enthralled by
it so much that you
forget to breath and
lose for a moment
who you really are
and what your heart
is telling your head
and if you should
even listen to this
deceitful organ that
has done nothing but
led you astray in the
past, but it’s not the
heart thats telling you
to stay now anyway
it’s the her warm breath
on your neck and feeling
of her hand rising up your
back and you begin to
let go of it all and just
be
