boy.

my heart skips

my stomach flips

my mind races

my cheeks blush

my blood rushes

my hands clam

my feet sweat

my knees weaken

my muscles tighten

my face brightens

my eyes smile

my soul screams

when i see you look at me.

reminisce.

somedays i wish i was 5, so

i could crawl on my daddy's lap and be enveloped in his selfless comfort.

decisions were made for me out of the best intentions.

my mother's smile would calm my deepest fears.

my dreams would never seem too far-fetched.

i could hold my brother's hand.

somedays i wish i was 5.