I can't comprehend.
Staring out across the room
and you always there
not making a sound.
And yet
you make so much noise
without moving your lips.
With your eyes you say everything
but it gets jumbled up in the translations.
I know you have so much to say.
As do I.

The scars from our fight
are never going to fully heal.
I always see the scar I left
on your face
as you show it to me
with your eyes.
The scar that you left on me
is on my heart.
I know you see it.
You're constantly staring back at me
and I never know why.

But I don't know what to call
what we had back then.
Because now there is nothing.
There is no happiness.
There is no friendliness.
There's only fears.
There's only sadness.
And I can't take it.

Without you there
by my side
as my friend.
Whenever I pass by you
my heart turns grey
knowing that we've lost
so much.

I don't know why
but I just can't seem
to give up on you.
I do believe you are worth it.
And that you aren't
as stupid as you say.
I can bite my tongue forever
waiting for you to realize
that I can wait forever.
For you.

You're going to be alright.
I'm going to be alright.
But we're both a little weird.
Two strange people
with this strange bond
that's stronger than your
average hydrogen bond.
Surrender.

Sitting there staring into each other's eyes.
I'm telling him this close to nothing story..
and yet it means a lot to us..
because it's about us.
I'm frustrated with the rest of the world
I'm on the verge of breaking down.
I can feel the tears dancing on my eyelashes
as they prepare to jump.
He keeps on looking.. deciding.
He stands up and reaches out to me
I take his hand, wondering what he's doing.
He leads me over to the chair.
The baby blue chair, barely ever used and yet so old.
Still caressing my hand
he sets down and puts his other arm around my waist,
pulls me in and drapes my feet over the arm of the chair.
He holds on tight, hoping to make the anger disappear.
My head on his chest...and I just listen.
Listening to his deep breath.
Listening to the steady beat of his heart.
His chest rising...falling..
and my head following.
His chin resting on my hair.
The tears retreated
and a smile remains.
He lowers his head to my ear
and tickles my ear with his soft, sooting, and deep voice
"Even though our names don't rhyme
with Romeo and Juliet,
I'll be your Romeo
if you'll be my Juliet..

So there he was.
Holding onto his dearly beloved
not needing words to make me well.
And there I was.
The guy of my dreams holding onto me.
The sweet aroma of his cologne encasing me.
There was no place we'd rather be
than me in his arms
and him never letting go..
as if I was the best thing
he ever had.