Its comical how
Ive never written about
The sweetest times of my life

Like the trip to Hatteras
With the abandoned golf course
And the hours of skating down
The newly paved road
And the boys who provided
Some of the greatest smiles there will be
With the small geese
Which we provided bread
And the 4th of July fireworks
With the sun-kissed skin of my best friend and I

Or the newer trips
At my house with the loft
And the 4 mile ride to the beach
With the divot where there were hours
Of my boy and I talking
And kissing
And eating
The love and music
And kicking his *** at every game

Its comical how
I cannot seem to write everything down on paper
But I can relive every moment of them
Each night in my dreams

youre not my first love
but when i think about 10 years from now
all i see is you;
where?
i cannot answer;
but would it really matter?
**** no;
youre my home
youre my everything;
i am so deeply, terrifyingly in love with you
i cannot even let my mind wander
to the what if's of our unknowns;
i just want to flow with you
to the darkest corners
and the lightest;
you brighten my life
shining through my skin
and illuminating everything around me;
anywhere you go
i swear i will follow;
this is a love from the story books
and i dont think i could ask
for any diction
any detail
to be different;
your soul is pure
and i am so in love;
i will prove this to you i swear it
every day i live
i am in love with you

the thought of our creation
moving,
growing within me
makes me ache with thoughts of the future
and although i am young,
and there are so many complications
i cannot help but imagine and daydream
of the day with your hand on my belly,
all engorged like a melon,
with the tiny kicks
of tiny feet
that are just waiting to say hello