I do like to squeeze you and hold you real close. And I like your eyes and your lips and your nose. And I like to rub you and take off your cloths. I like your body from shoulders to toes. And I like your face when you smile the most. Bananas and juice and your circle cut toast… I like… everything about you. Little ponies stuffed kitty cats, and facts… things that I believe, your whispers, the sounds that you make when you breathe. I like the way that you’re into me. Your words sink into me and make me think. I like to kiss on your neck and your cheek… until you laugh and you giggle and squeak.



I like you.

Tell me. Do you like everything about me now?
And do not tell me because a weekend without your voice on the other end of a phone wire says everything i needed to hear.
You are absent and somehow i cannot help but say i told you so for getting too attached to the way the tears etch the lining of my hair. And how can i blame you for giving up when i gave you someone else's benefit of the doubt to surrender into.Smoke me out. I won't be here to catch up with the you that decides to find progress.

I like EVERYTHING about you. Still I do miss your voice and your face and your touch. And I miss your i love you's so much it drives me nuts.  



I'm just confused... still learning your moods. I'm not understanding this one here now... i'll let you do your stuff and stuff and i'll be home when you want to see me. I love you.



What do you mean by "i won't be here to catch up with the you that decides to find progress". ????????????????????