Forget Hugs

Tomorrow is Monday.
School.
Whee.
I feel so unprepared.
But that's what little sleep
Can do to a person.

I hope you'll be there.
I've gone a little,
Crazy.
Here am I,
Realist,
And I can't get you
Out of my poems.

I feel like saying:
Forget hugs,
I'm going to tackle you
The next time I see your face.
But,
I won't.
Because I also feel like Juliet.
Like this is too crazy,
To real
To be real now.

Why can't love make sense?
And why can't you love God?
We would be the happiest people on earth!
Navarre and Isabeau
Westly and Buttercup
Would have nothing on us!

Forget hugs.
The next time I see your face,
I'm loving you like God.