You are the one. You play that part.
In your hands lies my beating heart.
It is yours to have. It is yours to hold. It is yours to keep as eternity grows.

The world is a stage, and we're merely players. Love is the game, so we're at the table. Look at the cards for the queen of my heart.

It is you.

Love, you turn minutes into moments and those moments become my most precious memories

Distance                                                



                         does not mean a thing. Just as the moon grips the sea, your love will have ahold on me. Forever and unchanging.

Even the days you feel your most broken, you will still be the only pieces I need.

J.c.A

Whatever you are, whatever I am
Let us just be. Together.
Then call it a day.  No, call it a lifetime.
I’m tired of smiling without you.

You are the muse. You are the poetry. Your beauty takes away my words, yet have me scribbling incessantly.

Our eyes meet. Hide and seek.
Across the room. Short and sweet.
No need to make a sound.
In that quick moment, lost with you, so much happiness is found.

I kissed the sun once.
Yes, she scorched my feathers,
But how she loved my skin.

I love you today
As I loved you then
When it comes to tomorrow
I will love you again

Life lesson from trees:
Sometimes you must shed dead leaves,
And enjoy winter.

Before I saw you,
I thought poetry
was only words.

Gazing into your eyes, I knew my heart had found a home.    

For it had never before felt homesick, until you looked away.

You are the girl with a heart full of rain, and I am willing to drown in it.

Each time you read this,
I only hope that you remember:
You are loved.

Singing to me a song so pure. Providing me strength to endure. J'entend ton coeur.

The most beautiful thing about you is that you is breathtakingly beautiful and that is the least beautiful thing about you.

J.c.A

In honesty, I may have even fallen for her flaws. I mean those demons belonged to her, and I loved everything that did.

Love, you're made of the words I can't quite find.

Your smile can put the sun to shame, and without it the sun don't seem to shine the same.

You are what makes me feel something and that's everything.

They call me a daydreamer. For when I wake up in the morning, I don't wake up from my dreams. I just look down and find her in my arms.

J.c.A

When I throw coins into the wishing well, I only wish that you are well. But if I am truly lucky, that penny will send you back my way.

J.c.A

You are my beautiful conundrum. The riddle I can’t solve. Tell me, if love is truly blind, my dear, how is it that you see?

J.c.A

You always say you would give up everything for love, but baby you shouldn’t have too.

You can see the beauty in her chaos. The fire in her bones. The scars in her flesh. An angel with the courage to confront the demons in her. And when the reaper comes to ask of her wish, her reply is to claw to the top of the world one day.

J.c.A

As we listen to
the rain as it falls know I
fall with it, for you.

J.c.A

Sweetheart, our paradox is this:
surely loving you will be the death of me,
but the life I live without you…
I would rather not exist.

J.c.A

...And maybe we don’t have to call it anything. Maybe we can call it holding hands, sharing secrets, and three am texts. We could just keep watching movies but not really watching them. No, we don’t have to call it love, even though it can be. Even though I think it is. Even though I need it to be. I just know that I want you. Even if you don’t want to label it. Even if you are not ready to say what it means to me.

I cannot paint, but if I could, I would simply set your face to canvas and show the the world the masterpiece you are.

Here love sits with us, it rests,
smiling gently from the corner.
Never going anywhere.

After the last violent ****** and consequential shiver she could never tell whether it was sweat or tears that dripped down her back.

Where is home for the born wanderer?

                                                                      















                                                                                                             Alone

They told me love never dies, so I sit here wondering why it feels like you've pulled a trigger.

She was a star. Glimmering and shining bright for all to see.

Letting others cast their wishes upon her.

Then sometimes, when she was all alone, she would fall.

Tell me how you’re doing. Don’t respond with “fine”. Tell me everything you’ve been keeping bottled up show me what’s hiding deep inside. Tell me why your mind wanders when I try to get deep with you or why sometimes you cry when I say that I believe in you. Tell me how you got the scar that runs down your shoulder, the pain on your face, and the strength behind your eyelids. Tell me why you cover your arms in beautiful permanent ink if you don’t like commitment. Tell me how you think we got here. Tell me how the world was made. Tell me how you think it all ends. Tell me why you love rainy days. No, it wouldn’t be so isn’t easy, but it never is when it’s worth it. It’s just I want help with the weight I sense you carry. I wish you would let it all out and trust me....