i.
now you have not broken my heart yet
but you are bending it more than i am
used to; it is creased where you folded
its edges to fit comfortably in your pocket

ii.
and you have not stolen my breath yet
but i can feel stardust catch in my
bronchial tubes; we can meet at the lips
and you can breathe deep the butterflies

iii.
the words in my mind are not misplaced yet
but you are starting to disorganize them;
i am forgetting that it is politically incorrect
to tell you that i miss you, you are amazing

iv.
you have not blinded me yet but i can feel
the corners of my eyes begin to lose focus;
your freckled skin is exotic on its own but
the shadows of your secrets make you beautiful

v.
truthfully speaking i have not gone and
fallen for you yet; lately my stomach
has been twisting and my balance is slowly
beginning to succumb to your gravity