jessewestend

the internet wasn't meant for you and me
give me king size beds,
and bad tv.
give your hair in my hands,
and a moment to understand
because in this world
its easy to forget how
boy meets girl
can transcend friend requests
and ranking lists,
and picture comments
with cryptic bits...

myspace isn't good enough for me you
we were never into sharing
and now we have proof.
we check up on each other so much
that we forget we're in love
and the distance makes us paranoid
makes us viscious and rough
one of us is always concerned
that the other will hurt them
and in the process the worrier
inflicts the worse wound of all
killing the good moments
before the problems get solved.
it was always easier to kiss you
when you were actually here
and not just some vision,
that i've ingrained with my fear.

less than three is a pale imitation
of cheek to cheek, necks on fire
synchronized palpitations
timed to our fist fight desire
lips locked for so long
that we breathe as one lung
pushing out all our pain
and drawing in more love..
give me your voice
whispering my name
just loud enough to hear
over anything
any day. any year.

and phones don't work either
becuase i can't see you smiling
when you say mean things,
in your sarcastic way
i can't see yo'ure sad,
after a stressfull day.
and i can't poke your side
when i'm being sly
so i just come off as a prick
and you look like a bitch
when all we really are
is in love
in a way that electronics,
apparently, will never be able
to fully convey.
and
i can't believe i'll see you ten and half days...
and i love how that makes everything ok.