midnight blue, just like you

I love coming home smelling like him
b/c of the wonderful hugs he gives me
and the way he holds me.

How his very motions tell me of his love,
the simple way he melts into my arms &I into his.

How he can not hide it,
I saw it,
a hidden something in his eyes
like a pondering question
behind hazel eyes.
Denied of existence
but not for long,
for long longings do not like to lay in wait.
the weight of which is far to great to bear
--an emotion buried deep beneath.
one that needed to breathe
you needed to breathe
out this emotion
Calling it into being
for yourself &for I
And
we
called
it
love

in the morning my dear

its super late
&im suppose to be doing hmwk
but im a great procrastinator
too bad being a great procrastinator doesnt make you so great at school

i have not posted in forever
obviously

i now have a boyfriend
& a boy friend has got me
he makes me soo happy
he loves me so much
& i lovvve that
and i love him
i just havent told 'em
but i will,
manana le dire,
in the morning my dear.
--maybe more like lunch or brunch.
and for dinner friday,
papas en la casa de mis papas.
para que el los conosca y que ellos tambien