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

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

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

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

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

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

J.c.A

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

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

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

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

I can hear your voice in the silence. Softly your words come through. My soul's radio wave carries your whisper as I make my way to you.

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

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

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

Distance                                                



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

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

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.

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

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

You wrap a bow around the present. Every moment with you is a gift. So here is my heart. I don't care the risk. I am yours in every sense.

Awake. 3:11.
I wish again.
For more hours with you.

The space between the ribs is hollow. A heart beats so it must echo. Love, come listen closely, I think you'll hear your name.

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

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

Where is home for the born wanderer?

                                                                      















                                                                                                             Alone

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

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

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....

...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.

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

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

Meant to be? Maybe, baby. This heart has been searching for you.

I still can't breathe. Seeing you leaves me breathless. But before I was alone and drowning. You came to help me swim.

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

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

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, we’re the same you and me
both wondering what the other sees.

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.

If these walls could talk, they wouldn't have much to say now that you're gone.

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

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

Come here, love. Lay in my arms. Rest. Do you hear that, love? You cause that pounding in my chest. My heart. Your lullaby is what keeps me alive.

J.c.A

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

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 a lion.
You can get up from here,
No more lying to yourself.
Love, you're a lion.
Let them hear you roar.

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.

Let that be my present. To be in your presence. To be in your present. Then in the future your grin or giggle will be the only gift I could ever need.

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

If there comes a time you get caught up in your thorns, I promise to remind you how beautiful you bloom.

Perhaps, in that space I felt so empty, I found all the room allowed me to grow.