ok?

                             if i ever push you away,
                             i dont really mean to.
when i tell you i dont want to talk about it
i am just looking for the right words.
give me a minute, and if i can tell you, i will.
i try to be a struggling mix of real and
perfect at the same time.
                 at the moment,
i am working on the ratio.
when i get really quited sometimes
it is because i have too much to say
i have thought of too many things to tell you
all at once
and i dont know what to say first.
i get immaturely jealous of anyone
who gets to see you on a daily basis
                              i miss you really easily.
                              but i also like that we can be
a        p       a       r         t
and we are both ok.                  space is good, too.
    i love the way we love some of the
    same things.            and i love how
     we love entirely different things.
my head is a complicated pile of thoughts
                               and fears, and craving, and dreams
                               and this tangled up nostalgia for the
                               past and, somehow, the future.
i am flawed and i am human and i am broken and
i am trying.  and i am one person and i am two
hands and i am one                           and i like you
heart                              and i am so glad you are here.