this boy

there’s this boy–
he makes my heart beat fast
with the touch of his lips
or the sound of his voice

there’s this boy–
he calms my storms
just by taking me in his arms
and kissing my forehead

and when my whole life
feels like a jigsaw puzzle
with mismatched shapes
crammed together

there’s this boy–
who holds the last piece
he sorts the edges from the middles
and snaps them in place

you see, there’s this boy…


May 12, 2013

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