I want to be close to you,
being so far away makes me apathetic,
yet I still hold you over my friends.
I want to hold your heart in my hands,
as a comforting beacon of familiarity,
and love.
When I am with people, my mind switches.
My mind is never on track, sometimes its a setback.
Not ever organized or clean, just a mess.
It's sometimes the cause of my distress.
Even with all my troubles, I still know for a fact,
I want you near.
Your hands in mine,
feeling the wind in October and smelling the leaves,
surrounded by the soft words you speak to me,
both of our voices swallowed by the wind.
I would say 'I love you.'
But everyone says that,
So instead my dear,
I will prove my love with a deeper sign of affection.
Then, hopefully,
you'll get what I mean.
