You’re late.

You’re late. Can’t ever get a straight answer out of you.

I wait for you to follow me before I ever care to let you lead.

Why do I look away after every kiss? I’m sacred , my sweaty palms clenched into a fist.

Its cold, I’m waiting. Why does everybody look like you? I doubt you.

In my head all the doors are open, ill never let you know that.

How far can we go before this has lost its feel and all we have is me and you laying down wishing this was real.

It is a big deal.

You are important.

Push me and I will push back.

Will this silence ever turn into meaning or has it already and I’ve been unaware.

How can I get mad, when you were always right there next to me?

Will it take a miracle before I ever catch you looking at me?

Your words were always so thought out. But words could’ve been said and not felt.

Was it enough for me that your kisses were all I need?

Am I not the one your looking for? No need to save? No need to help?

All that it is and all that it was, is me and you.