i’m your friend, you’re my fantasy

it isn't much--and it may not make sense-- but it's yours, S.

your blue eyes can mix with mine and my browns and your blues can become hazel and exist without the confines of time.

our bodies

our bodies can collide

our bodies can coincide

i can feel warm again, feel something again, and our bodies can fit outside the lines of the coloring book our generation tends to epitomize.

we could even make our own new outline.

our hands

hold my hands

i ache for the warmth of your hands around mine

what a day it will be to feel warmth again

you could make me warm again

i'll be dammed if you feel cold again

i'll do all i can to help you to feel good within.

look at me

don't look at me hurting

just look at me working to feel better, not worse.

see me persevere

i may be bad at most things, but quitting isn't at the top of my list of accomplished things.

watch me work to do better

watch me work to help others

look as i try to help you.

help me help you.

as i hold on to you,

i beg of you,

help me live,

let me live life with you.