By Mac Guerreiro
Eye’m scared to write about you,
Because eye know you’ll read every word,
You’ll know exactly how eye feel,
Because my writing can’t lie,
But neither do my eyes,
And into those you tend to take deep dives,
Eye often wonder what you see,
Do you see the hidden parts?
The ones that have been deeply scarred?
Do you see the broken girl?
The one that never grew old?
“Help me hold onto you,”
And eye can’t get those words out of my head,
Because eye hope you do,
As eye get glimpses of how it feels to be with you,
Now eye walk this line,
Of needing and wanting to be with you most of the time,
All at once things changed,
It happened so fast,
From wanting to see where this goes,
To deeply hoping it lasts.