and how beautifully imperfect you are.
each blemish is a fleck of gold,
each flaw a map to heaven.
i could read your fears forever,
and hold you when you see them.
each touch is like a wake-up call,
and now i never want to sleep.
--
i may not believe in love, but i believe in loving you.
so get back here, and let me kiss you.
--
i had a dream.
and then i woke up crying.
because in was in that back room,
and the scene played out again.
it was just like it happened in real life,
except i actually had the nerve to act.
you were telling me how amazing i am
and we were all alone
so i kissed you.
short and sweet, and on the lips.
and i think you smiled at me.
and then i was scared.
afraid you;d never talk to me again.
afraid this would change everything.
so i woke up, already in tears.
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