Pieces of wordsMature

I thought about telling you
about how my heart races
when I'm near you
but I get the feeling
you already know
so I can take the time
to catch my breath
and instead tell you
of the way my breath
catches in my throat
when you walk my way
and pull me as close
as you possibly can
and the lopsided-ness
of the start of your smile
when you're looking away
I wish I knew
just when and where
I fell in love with you
I wanted to pin-point
the spot
but with all of the pieces
there's no way to tell
so there isn't a way to say
that you've got everything
from my breath
to my heart
and the space in my head
it's all you.

The End

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