Hands

My hands are cold
My freezing fingers grasping at
Each other so desperately
My brain restlessly wishing and
Imagining one set of fingers was yours
Trying so hard to grasp
Warmth from the mere thought of you
Hopelessly wishing
You could be here next to me and
You would hold me in your arms
Against your chest, letting me
Drink in your intoxicating smell and
Cuddling in against you
Just so you could keep me warm

I Don't Even Write Poems

I love your little quirkiness, the way you get so excited
Over a new song, or a new solo you've managed
To learn, or even a new scientific discovery
I love the gleam in your eye, the twinkle
As you go on about something you love
I love you because you've always been there, and
You still always are. You are by my side even though
It may not be in the way but I want but oh
It's better than not having you at all
I love how you can be so open with me, how
You can be yourself with me without a shame in the world
I love you through all your imperfections because
Those imperfections make you so perfect to me
I love when you call me and I see your face
When you laugh and talk and all I can do is
Look at you longingly, the love growing exponentially
I love you because the love hormones and chemicals
In my body get activated whenever I think about you
And I'm always thinking about you
I love you because the adrenaline, the dopamine
The serotonin all say I desire you
Because the vasopressin
Tells me I'm committed to you
And the oxytocin, oh lord the oxytocin
It makes me need to feel you against me
To be able to hold you and have you hold me
But I love you because
My love brings me to make up a poem full of excuses
As to why I love you, heck I don't even
Write poems, but love does something it
Changes you, it moulds you, it kills you and it
Resurrects you and you go through a whirlpool
Of all these emotions and feelings
But I love you
Because I don't know why I love you
But I know that I do