your teaching me
exactly how to hate myself
and with each flaw of mine you
point out I fantasize over
the lack of yours
so maybe I shouldn’t be falling for you
I definitely shouldn’t be falling for you

funny, almost
how everyone but you
sees how miserable you make me

you are the guy
every girl crushes over
with a smile that challenges even the sea with it's depth
melanin so sweet i could call you chocolate.
with each growing day i have this overwhleming thirst to wrap my arms around your torso,
my favourite part of the morning is hearing you laugh
you have brought forth the child in me
the worst part is
i think you feel this too
tell me,
do you feel this to?

although your skin is sweet i won’t call you chocolate
and even though the bible says you were made from the dirt i cannot believe that
your body is Jupiter, is Saturn.
your skin made in the image of a sunset
your fingers more gentle then dying yellow leaves falling to their final resting place
your hair trying to compete  with the night in its depth and yet, somehow a color so beautiful
i don’t think there’s a name for it yet
your voice a song
a french song
an old song
a love song a
old french love song
dear boy who’s eyes are made of stardust
who’s lips are my addiction
arms my protection
dear boy who’s eyes are made of stardust
i haven’t yet found
the right metaphors to describe your beauty
but ****
when the gods made you
i know the universe had to be their muse
dear boy who’s eyes are made of stardust i know there’s not a lot of poems out there for people who look like you but let this be the first
let this one be yours

you are so beautiful,
a soul as pure as sunlight
and a smile that challenges even the sea with it's depth.

you have captured me and my heart,
a feat many have tried and none have accomplished.

you are the kind of person worth writing about,
a poem worth speaking
a song worth singing
a dance worth expressing,
a canvas i would love to paint.

i imagine being allowed to love you is alot like runners high,
or any type of high.
but this poem is far too long,
and i have promises to keep,
and miles and miles to go
before i sleep.

I think I have begun to reach it,
the edge of the world.
whether it is flat or round
everything must come to an end
so I have begun to reach it,
the edge of
the world
of this world
of your world
of my world.
I'm **** near the end
im so close I can caress the stars
with my fingertips.
up here
the oceans have taken the size of a mere moon.
and I think what world
must lie beyond
but I how ready I am to leave his one,
or if there even is a world
regardless
I have reached the edge of my world
and I could not be more ready to
jump.

after a day long enough
that could be mistaken for a week,
I lay my ear to your chest
your heartbeat has to be my
favorite
song.

i just realized the lack of sanity of our situation
crazy
how you've seen me naked
stretch marks and all
but i don't know your favourite song
and you don't know mine

I swear I’m not a love poet but

loving you
makes me scared of dying .

I know what it’s all about now,
I get why the sun rises
and the moon sets.
I understand why the stars shine
and the birds chirp.
I get why the heart beats
and the lungs breathe.

I get it now,
why I’m alive.

there’s no distractions any more
the books can only hold me for so long and
it's only me
in this house
that is not home and
my thoughts are all i am left with
my thoughts are all i am left with
my thoughts are all i am left with

I know they say
I should remember you happy .

The thing is,
All
I’m trying to do
is remember you at all .

They say there is
no place like home.

But I’d rather be anywhere
than my own mind.

It’s very crowded in here.