I thought I knew the meaning of love until I glimpsed a light in your eyes
On a silent, cloudy night in July
Climbing on top of train tracks
Trying to kiss the sky
Inhale smoke vapors
You didn't owe me any favors
But by my side it was you I could always find
On a cloudy July night
I used to gaze outwardly at galaxies through window panes
Pain surfacing in my mental picture frame
Never did I think any beauty could surpass that yet now I have to take those words back because looking at you baby
that's fantastic
The glow in your eyes consumes me like the dark night sky
Your eyes
Oh
Your eyes
A map in disguise
The light that always continues to shine
To guide
To rid me of my pride and walk by me with every stride
With words I'm trying to define and describe an impossible reality reflected so realistically
Your heart pulsing next to me washes over these sheets with ecstatic beats
Breathing like rhythm and prose our bodies compose a melody sweeter than a rose but just as deadly to the touch
I give and I get yet I can never get enough of your touch
It just means that much
When it comes to the top it's going to be tough and when the going gets tough
The love we share is more than enough
No matter what I'm not
I know who I am
Know I'm proud to stand beside you
Your woman
Not a would have been
Could have been
But a story unfolding so beautifully
Something so new to me
How do you do this to me
I plead insanity
Pray it won't end in tragedy
I once was blind but now I see the world through new eyes when you're staring back into mine
Hypnotized by a feeling so divine
How sweet it is to be thine
Surpassing time and shining in the moment for we know we can't freeze it or hold it
All we have is now and what we have is golden
I'm just praying and I'm hoping that I'll always be yours for the holding
Baby you are the whole thing
The sun
The moon
The stars
The whole thing
And when the youths are revolting
I'll hold you down
It's no thing
I'll be there for you through
Fall
Winter
Spring
Summer
The whole thing
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
I create hurricanes while I sleep
I destroy landscapes for entertainment when I'm bored.
My smile has been rumored to awaken dormant volcanoes.
The sway of my hips could be mistaken for a mudslide
And the way that I make love will make you think the tectonic plates learned a new dance move.
I'm a walking natural disaster.
And after we're done you can say you survived it all
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
we used to sound like
impatient hands
and
sweat stained sheets
now all I hear
are forgotten promises
and
dropped calls
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
*caught somewhere
between
loving you unconditionally
and
wanting to love myself*
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
We were a waste.
wasted mornings
spent in the comfort of each other's arms
wasted afternoons
spent side by side
wasted evenings
spent between sheets, letting our wandering hands waste time
on their way past our waists
~ now I'm just wasted
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
I get it now.
I finally understand what you meant when you told me you loved me the same... Just less.
You compartmentalised our love; it became a box you would open and indulge in while my touch still reminded you of it's power.
You would crack the lid and let it's light pour over you, let it seep into the deepest cracks of your soul and mend them.
Validate you.
But then my fingertips left your skin to trace the lines of this earth and feel the salt of an ocean continents away.
You have forgotten how my love moved mountains for you.
So now I will lose myself in your letters and bask in our memories with a smile, thanking you for our time together.
You will forever be the boy who taught me how to love completely and recklessly before I knew the pain of heartbreak, and I will always love you the same... Just less.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
The past few months have flowed and bled together.
An intense ocean of passion and emotions which simultaneously nearly drowned me and sailed me to the most beautiful shores.
Where days turned to weeks and nights were spent losing track of where my skin ends and yours begins.
Where the rest of the world melts away as the tip of your tongue paints masterpieces that could rival the Sistine Chapel were the act of creating them holy enough.
Where your presence is the only thing I can feel, as though the only place that is real hides behind your Brazilian flag and green curtains.
Where my fingertips trace "I love you's" as your breath slowly slides along my neck.
I am intoxicated by your lips and addicted to your skin on my skin.
My fingernails begin scratching "I want you's" and "I need you's" into your back which you reciprocate with hands sliding down my sides, gripping, carving indentations into my thighs.
I am in ecstasy and your hands, like those of Bernini, masterfully mould my body into Saint Teresa.
Our faces inches apart, your breath becomes mine.
Our chests touch, is it my heart or yours racing against time?
Time.
A paradox.
If it seems impossible for something to be both finite and infinite, all you have to do is love someone.
Limitless and all encompassing; love has no time and yet I count down the days until your smile becomes only a memory, one which I find replaying on the backs of my eyelids as I try to fall asleep at night or in pixels on a screen when, in a moment of weakness, I break my promise to myself to never open that album. The one where I can find your brown eyes staring into mine, the one where a genuine smile lights up your face and I feel the happiness you felt in that moment, the happiness we felt in absolute, finite, infinite love.
And I know that I will not cease to love you once you disappear behind metal detectors and Hawaiian shirts.
Because I love you. Simply.
And I don't mean that I simply love you. No, I mean I don't love you in a simple way.
My "I love you" finds it's way into "how was your day?" and "don't forget lunch". It slips between your fingers and squeezes your a hand a little tighter just to feel a little closer. It presses it's lips softly against your cheek in the early hours of the morning while the world still sleeps, hoping it's gentle touch dances with the dreams in your head.
Thank you for everything, I (still) love you.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
*We will explore.
Our mouths will wander and meet strange people
with smooth skin and strong perfume.
But my hands will always fit yours the best,
and your breath will always send whispered welcome homes
down my neck.*
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC