You get it

Summer goes,

Affection leaves,

Autumn comes,

Leaves bring new things,

A boy who has been hurt one too many times,

He hasn't loved in years,

But why does he want my lips

On his?

I want to reach out,

I want to hold him,

I want to let him in,

But he's a challenge that I don't know

If I can bear the hardships that will come along.

It just felt very right,
Last Saturday night,
In my bedroom underneath my Christmas lights,
To be kissing your lips,

To be holding your hands,

To be talking about hurting with someone who gets it.

You get it,

I think.