Lo Olvide

i was in love with a boy once.
i remember this unbearable urge to fight it. to forget him.
it was near impossible.

okay, perhaps that last part was a lie, because obviously after all this time, i haven't forgotten.
but he was suave and cool and had a way of making me smile.
i would blush thinking of him and stumble over his name.

all i wanted was to be free for so long, but if he had caught me..
if he had tried to cage me i would have never fought.
i would have sang from that cage until he trusted me enough to let me fly.
and i would soar,

but always return..

back into the arms that i certainly belonged to.