thoughts.

last semester:

dormant
time is so strange here.
days are shorter, nights are longer.
but my nights have become my days
and days are quickly slept away.
responsibilities have been forgone
for staying asleep in your arms.
feeling safe, i continue to lie there
reveling in your sleepy charms.
i think i love you most
when you first awake.
lazily you gaze over at me,
and a smile spreads across your face.
so our day begins as others' are ending,
and a love lain dormant erupts.


this semester:

question
you ask me what i'm thinking
and i feign sleep to avoid giving an answer.
if you knew the words i choose to choke down,
would you draw me closer?
or run away in fear?
is it too soon to say?
is that even what i'm feeling?
i don't know what to think anymore.
and no, i don't want to change.
but it's going to happen, and change,
change is scary. and i can't do it alone.
so my question is this:
why is it that love is something we seek,
and crave from those we hold dear.
yet when first expressing that love,
we give into fear,
and hesitate?