Looking at you

I'm afraid if I look at you any longer I'll be trapped.
I'll be forever stuck in your beautiful mess.
Forever falling into your freckled arms.
I smile bitterly at the thought that your heart beats slowly in my presents.
But I smile because you're in my presents.
You've captured my very soul and kept it in the back pocket of your jeans,
Like a note confessing sleepless nights spent with you on my mind.
I remember your warmth,
how I could feel your chest move,
with every breath as we laid together.
I wish I could capture that moment,
Like a child catches a grasshopper,
With a prideful smile and indecent excitement.
I look at you,
and find that I can not move on.