prose and noise and late night craves

i miss being able to see my breath on a cold night.
i miss holding onto love so tight.
i crave warm funfetti cake.
i crave having a reason to bake.
i love listening to this boy talk.
i love how my fears he doesnt mock.
i remember being unashamedly aware
i remember i forgot to care
i enjoyed living for something more
i enjoyed having love to pour.

yet here i am now, why do i bend and bow?
to break his hold on letting love grow cold?
this isnt my choice, yet my thoughts give voice.
for here am i so willing to wait, as long as he participates.
i just need one word, if yes shall be heard.
and then im content, to let love be meant.
even if it takes awhile, knowing you are out of denial
i will skip, dance, sing, shout, letting my happiness ring out.
proud and true and full of you.
just know im letting you make this move,
darling you have nothing left to prove.