just a boy.

i'm a boy...just a guy

and well,
i happen to like other boys..
not boys
boy
i happen to like a boy

i like the way his hair swirls
on the back of his perfect head
resting softly on his dark pillow
as he sprawls across his bed

i like to watch him when he's eating
i like the way he chews
i like it when we play silly games
i like it when i lose

i like the way he smiles so wide
so charismatic, bright
he fits so perfectly by my side
when i hold him in the night

i like the way my heart feels
that when i see him, it skips a beat
i like every one of his ticklish toes
on both of his ticklish feet

i like to giggle when we're in the shower
because he always drops the soap
i like the way he helps to calm me down
i like the way he helps me cope

i like the way his kisses taste
halfway through the day
i like the way he holds me close
and keeps my fears at bay

i like it when we make cookies,
and eggs, and toast, and fries
i like that i trust him even more
that, to him, i'll never lie

i like that when i speak to him
my voice gets soft, and warm
i like the dreams i have of us
while i'm sleeping in my dorm

i like that he can be so goofy
i like his silly faces
i like that he'll still kiss my cheek
and hold my hand in different places

i hate it when we get into fights
about silly, trivial things
i hate it when we don't speak
and the fear and pain it brings

i hate it that he's far away
but in comparison, so am i
i hate the empty missing him
i hate to wonder.. why?

but every time i wonder.. why?
my brain gives me a shove
and i remember all these things i wrote
i remember we're in love.