how many ways do I love you?
Shakespeare can you count it for me?
when your away
because im learning
finding
growing
something new for me
trust
its easier
but I think
I love her so much
and I say nah
its because shes away
and not here
your mind playing with you
and the time it drags
and I get cross with myself
at just how much I long for you
tell myself
this is ridiculous
and I get all crosspatch
and then I know im going to see you
and the hours play tricks on me
and I swear im going to be a lil distant
to protect myself
from how hard ive fallen
from all this new stuff in me
makes me feel a lil weird
cos im default fear
and its time to drive
and I go all zen
and I park
walk to your door
and I stand for a while
just enjoying the fact
your just on the other side of this door
that my eyes are going to find you real soon
and my hand twists to the left the door knob
and I am here
you are there
and I go all awkward
shy
cos im told its not cool
to be sappy
and cos I don't trust well
had enough hurt
im shy
cos I feel it
just being in that room with you
so strong
that it makes me mindful of actions
thoughtful to you
for you
for us
that I am not racy
that I don't do wrong
to you
to us
and slowly I relax
and the joy I feel
I cannot write
for I have no words
verbose has gone silent
and I cant wait any longer
and I reach for your hand
and pull you in
and
all is well
it has been all along
reassurance
pleasure
I don't care what words placed upon it
if I was to use one
it would be yours
and it would be
home
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