"I could get any *** except the one I want."

There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.

I used to be afraid it was written on my forehead
and now I want to *shout it from the rooftops

The core of our earth gets up to 10,800 degrees fahrenheit. This is the type of heat I know I will never experience. A force so unlike anything I have ever felt. Love does not feel like the core of the earth. It is weightless.

Lifting me off my toes. Putting gravity to disgrace. The earth gave up on holding us down. We moved through the clouds together in a slur of elation.

God let us pass by with a turned eye. Knowing that power has nothing to do with love, but giving up. Letting go. Releasing every burden held between those hinged shoulders.

The universe accepted our love. Letting us glide into an ever open space of everything we will know nothing about. Our love will be translated in space as a constellation. A phenomenon we all drop our jaws to watch and will never touch.

Our love is something like that. Unstoppable, but further away than either one of us can reach. Only for the fact that if we could define this love it would not be so special. Our telescope will tell myths about us one day. This love will stand the test of time.

I love your changing
Eyes in this fluorescent light,
Your grin makes mine grow.

Saying goodbye should
Not exist, for all I want
Is to stay with you.

I don't want to *****
Up our friendship with my weird
Hopes of love with you.

Long blondeish hair and
Beauty is your profession
I am just so ew.

Why would you love me?
I am ugly and silly;
Can't even say hi

Spending time with you
Is like looking at the stars;
You make me smile.

I keep thinking that
Maybe you could love me; but
I know I'm so wrong.

I saw a double
Rainbow last week and thought of
You and me as one.

It probably seems
Creepy, but I like you and
I think of you heaps.

You are on my mind
Constantly these days and nights,
I wish I could say.

would anyone like to kiss me?
i feel there is something i have not paid back
and this ring does not fit me the way yours did
everyone i have kissed has told me they don't know how
and i guess, even after a few times, neither do i,
but my room is cold at night, and my back hurts, and the sun has set
and even that thunderstorm has passed, so now i sit
to delay the inevitable roll of my sleep, and i delve into my own mental fog
but your picture next to me makes it clear again-
when i think of you, i don't feel so alone.