-- --- .-. ... . / -.-. --- -.. .

i just need to feel your heart beat
the same way mine does
and i'm beating against your chest
the rhythm that is in me
a morse code that you're not receiving
so i try to speak what my heart is saying
by pressing my lips against yours
but my sonnets feel incoherent
and you mistake them for kisses
i'm trying to give you everything
but you think you already have it
darling, there is so much more
we are more than flesh and bone
let me give you what you're missing
give me what i have been seeking
let your heart beat in morse code
along with mine
receive me
.-.. --- ...- . / -- .

let's be childish

we make out at his place on the weekend but you'll never see us holding hands in the street on a tuesday. we're in love with the way each other looks and the way we make each other laugh and the way that we kiss and we're in love with our little coffee dates and car rides but we're not in love with each other.

i mean we love each other, we care about each other and we always want the other to be happy. but we don't love each other enough to call the other when we're sad. we don't love each other enough to get into fights over who pays the bill. we don't love each other enough to hold hands in front of our parents.



isn't it strange that kissing is more intimate than holding hands in public, yet it's the opposite in private?



maybe it's because kissing is seen as passionate and lustful. it's not innocent. but holding hands is loving and caring. children do it all the time. and i know we're no longer children but i still feel like we are.



darling, let's be childish.



let's do something foolish this tuesday. you can hold my hand and i can give you a peck on the cheek. we could go look at rings and houses and cribs. and who knows, maybe after we do all that we can get a 401K and plan our retirement.



let's be childish.



because i'm tired of being a grown up with you.




and i don't want to kiss you, i want to hold your hand.