I fell in love

all over again

and I blame it on you

because before I met you,

things were simple

things didn't have to feel pure.

things didn't remind me of you.

I wish I could live in your house

and skip high school

so we can get started

and do both the things we want...

even though I want the Western Hemisphere

and you want the Eastern.

I want to hold your hand

and have weeks like last week.

make Valentine's Day just another day.

I want to slow dance with you

in front of the transit center

and kiss your lips

in front of all the gangstas and

people

who'll never understand.

I want to not think about it.

Subway every day after school, even

if I don't eat anymore.

propose that we drive to the cities

the moment I get my liscense

and we'll do stuff.

I don't even care what.

Perhaps stay in high school, but go on

trips

and talk all the time,

never running out of things to say.

I want to rub your shoulders

as long

as I have my strong man-hands.

Become linguists

and amaze people

with our eerie connection

and the ability to finish each other's

sentences

in every language we know.

Write a book together.

oh please.

I'll edit and write

you'll draw and write

and we'll make novels

write stories

create our lives

and put it all on paper

for the world to see

and maybe someday, they'll finally

get us.