What should I think
when I’m sick and dizzy
and all I can do is imagine
him so perfectly in my head.
Imagine him with another girl.

My body is so warm
but I’m freezing,
I wish he were here
with me.

When I die will he be where I am
or will I never see him again,
perhaps I’ll have to wait for him,
but what if he’s in love with someone else.

I just want him to put his arms around me,
I just want to hear him whisper in my ear.
I just want to listen to his monotone laugh,
I just want to see his odd smile,
I just want him.

I would give up my writing,
my piano, my computer,
I would give it up just to be with him
forever.


My pillow is soaked in tears as I think about him
and what I would give for him.
My vision is blurry but I still see him so perfectly,
his long brown hair in his face
with an observant look in his eyes.
… I love him.