isn't it amazing
how words
can pierce through your soul
and feel like a gun shot,
a sword,
and death
all at once.

If talking to you
Were as easy as writing a poem,
We would never stop talking

I want to talk to you
I want to tell you about my day
And how my classmate said this extremely funny thing
And I knew that you'd laugh at it too
I want to tell you that I had steak for lunch –
Your favorite
I want to tell you how my thoughts drifted to you in class
And that whenever I'd try to focus, you were the only thing clear in my mind
I want to tell you that the song you made me listen to was stuck in my head the whole day
I want to tell you that despite my very tiring day I still looked forward to talking to you at night
I want to tell you that every second, every minute and every hour we aren't together,
I miss you more and more and more and more
I want to know how your day went
I want to know if you've done that project you've been whining about
I want to know everything about you
Tell me every single detail about your "normal" day
And even if you go on for hours, I won't get bored
I probably won't even remember anything you said
Because the sound of your voice and your beautiful words carefully slipping past your lips
Are all that I hear

You were like mozzarella sticks to me
I always wanted more than I could get
(You were so good, how could I resist?)
But when the main course came
I realized that I just had enough