Don't Forget

If I ever push you away,
I don't really mean to.
When I tell you I don't want to talk about it
I do, I am just looking for the right words.
Give me a minute, and if I can tell you; I will.
I try to be a struggling mix of real and
perfect at the same time.
at the moment,
I am working on the ratio.
When I get really quite sometimes
it is because I have too much to say
I have thought of too many things to tell you
all at once.
And I don't know what to say first.
I get immaturely jealous of anyone
who gets to see you on daily basis.
I miss you really easily.
But I also like that we can be
a p a r t
and we are both okay. Space is good, too.
I love the way we love a bit of the
same things. And I love how
we love entirely different things.
My head is a complicated pile of thoughts,
and fears, and cravings, and dreams,
and this tangled up nostalgia for the
past and, somehow, the future.
I am flawed and I am human and I am broken and
I am trying. And I am one person and I am two
hands and I am one and I love you.
Heart. And I so glad you are here.