I'm holding you.
You're head in the space between
my neck and shoulder.

I'm singing you my half-forgotten
Spanish lullaby.

Don't worry,
I've got you.
You won't ever let me down.

I'll trail my hands through
your beautiful hair.
Trace your shoulder blades
and spine until your
sobs turn into sighs.

Then I'll hug you,
refuse to let you go
until whatever made
you cry is gone from
your mind.

Even then I won't
stop holding you.
I told you,
I've got you.


Wrote this about the girl who likes me/I like back.