Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)

God, I've missed you.

I haven't seen you in a month,

and when you snuck up on me,

my stomach flipped. 

When I saw you,

my eyes couldn't help but smile.

We walked, and talked,

your two favorite things.

We caught up, laughed, joked.

and when it was close to the time to leave,

you told me I was perfect.

That shocked me.

All I wanted to say was that you're perfect,

but I can't. 

Maybe I'll tell you tomorrow,

but I'm much too shy.

And you're so convinced that it's true,

that I'm really perfect.

And my only reasons that I'm not,

I can't tell you.

But you don't have any idea how badly I want to say it,

to admit it.

But I'm always too fucking scared.