I wanted to take the time to write you this because you deserve nothing less than complete honesty. I know I've told you just how beautiful you truly are to me but I still feel as if you don't see what I see. Thats partly my fault because your beauty is more honest than I've ever been able to be with you. Your beauty is bold and unafraid so maybe it's my turn to be the same.
Honestly when I look at you I'm reminded that if you stare at the sun too long you can go blind but I wouldn't mind if the last image I ever saw was your smile. Your smile reminds me of that, the sun. It leaves a lasting warmth that lingers even on cold nights. Ive painted your smile so many times in my head that I've memorized every little curl.
Honestly your eyes remind me of the north star. Like I could get lost in them, if they didn't point the way back home, to you. Under the bright city lights your eyes are the only stars that refuse to be outshined.
Honestly I've learned that I'm my happiest when I watch you dance. Those moments where I can feel your happiness as your body glistens under the dimly lit dance floor. All I can think about is the mornings before winter, when the air is first getting cold. The frosted mornings that leave the world icy as if by magic.
Honestly your voice sounds like a song I've known my whole life but never knew the words to, so I just forever hum the tune trying to remember what's been forgotten. It echoes through me while the racing beat of my heart fights to keep time just praying it can be the next song you dance to.
I know you thought my eyes lit up every time another girl walked in but it's you who illuminated my world with just a simple smile. It's no wonder your name means God is my strength because I've needed the strength to breath after God stole one of my ribs and made you. So before you doubt your beauty again, look at yourself through my eyes, and know that,
Honestly,
You just need to smile and my whole world makes sense.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 7:08 AM UTC
Ernest Hemingway once wrote,
"Why darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you"
Never have words spoken more clearly to my soul. I used to think my life was just mundane with brief instances of magic until I met you. When I'm with you I finally feel like I'm breathing. I feel my body fill with air, with each rise and fall of my chest. With each racing beat of my heart in those moments when your eyes meet mine, you've awoken my spirit and breathed hope in to fill my lungs.
See, all my life I've felt the shallow breaths of emptiness each and every day. Praying something magical could happen at any given moment and like a bang a new more fulfilling life would blossom from the burned down ashes of childhood hope. Sometimes things need to be burned down for new life to begin, you were the match and like a Phoenix my heart was reborn after you set my soul ablaze. And I am reminded that I am alive.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 7:04 AM UTC
I've lived an ordinary life
I have never accomplished anything grand
I havnt climbed a mountain or seen the northern lights
I've never discovered land untouched by man
I've never gotten to walk the great wall of China or seen the pyramids of Egypt.
But in those moments laying in your bed, feeling the way you body fills with air while you sleep in my arms I know what extraordinary feels like.
I've had the joy of gazing into your eyes in those moments before they close as our lips inch closer and closer with every beat of our entangled hearts.
I've gotten to see your smile illuminate an entire world.
My world became as bright as the sunflowers you held in the hands that I grasp in fear of letting you slip through my fingers.
Because of you Gabrielle my ordinary life has been touched by the extraordinary and I have felt love pounding in my chest praying it could soar across the sky. Writing you name across every cloud.
I have felt the magical wonder of beauty that refuses to stay quiet. Whispering your beauty to every star that has the audacity to try and outshine you.
And what more can the ordinary ask for than a touch of the extraordinary.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 7:02 AM UTC
I miss you like the earth misses the sun, during the night while the world is hushed in its slumber. I miss you like I miss breathing because I've been holding my breath since our last goodbyes. I used to think time stood still in those moments when our bodies were entangled and our lips embraced eachother in a way that always seemed so familiar. But without you my love time has come to a complete stop. Seconds seem like hours and hours like days without you by my side. The broken pieces of my heart now resemble the sands of time slipping through an hourglass. And yet I still feel the pulsing beat in the voided emptiness left in my chest. I still love you and I always will. I wish I could take the pieces of my broken heart and fill a snow globe just for you so you will never forget the story of how I fell for you.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 4:53 AM UTC
God made me the way I am
And sometimes I wonder
Why God
Why would you make a man to walk this world alone with a heart the same size as the grinches...
At the end of the movie
I realize that I am only 25 and some might think that is not a long time to be without love
To them I say spend the next 25 years of your life blind
Because in 25 years I have never been able to see what beauty really is
Spend the next 25 years of your life deaf
Because in 25 years I have never been able to hear her voice
Spend the next 25 years of your life ... holding your breath
Because since the day she was born I've had a pain in my side where God stole one of my ribs
He stole one of my ribs in hopes that when I came across her
I would recognize the missing piece of me in her smile
And on that day I would be able to tell her
That I will love her as if we are the only two people on earth
Because I'm her Adam
And she is my Eve
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
Here I am pen in hand
about to write another stupid love poem
still unsure if i have ever been in love
See I used to fake love to get handsy under the bleachers
now I'm so practiced at faking love that I could probably get Grammys
My words have always been adequate enough to put smiles on girls faces
But my words have never been concrete enough to find a place with anyone in particular
Maybe that why I find it easier to bounce around from girl to girl making declarations of love to you and then again to her
I've even gotten so good at faking love that I have fooled myself into believing I'm someone worth loving
So good in fact that there are days when I wish my hands were made of sandpaper because I've been stroking my ego so much that I've started devoloping carpal tunnel in my smile
But then again I've always had pain behind my grin
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
When I see you looking my way everything fades to black
A spotlight hits you and we become the only people in the world
It is in these moments when I want to tell you everything I've been keeping secret like
From the first time I saw you I became imprisoned in your eyes, imprisoned to multiple life sentences with no chance of parole
Or if your voice was my alarm, my snooze button would get so lonely it would be forced to use dating sites in hopes to finally get some action
I want to tell you that your laugh sounds like my favorite song, and I want to keep it on repeat until it
keep it on repeat until it skips
I want to keep it on repeat until it skips
I want to tell you that your smile is my favorite movie, that I could know it line for line and still watch it like it was the first time
And to be honest I've spent so many nights talking to the moon about you, telling the moon all the things I'm too scared to tell you because when I see you looking my way I get really nervous and all that comes out is
"Hi...uh nice... shoes"
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
To the girl who will one day take my last name
I want to tell you that you look beautiful,
Beautiful like in the way the summer sun bends around the north pole because it refuses to set its constant and lasting
Just like the way my heart jumped the moment i saw you for the first time and it has refused to come down
Everytime since, when i see you, although i have never been much of a dreamer, i daydream about all the things i want to do to you like...
Make you smile... or blush
So that my daydreams will have the perfect backdrop of love to memorize your every freckle, and then i want to drink the smile i put on your face beause i know it is the only thing that can quench my thirst
I want to tell you that I want to learn ballet, just so i can catch you everytime you jump and make sure that ill never let you fall... unless it's for me...
I want to learn to draw
Because I want to draw my way into your life, van gogh my way into your past present and future, i want to spend my whole life with you, and on your dying day i want to roundhouse kick death for even thinking of taking you away from me
But most of all i want to make you... happy
Happy in a way that is unexplainable
Like why do birds suddenly appear everytime you are near
It would be to easy to say that just like me they long to be close to you
And i want it to be unexpected like when you fall asleep after a long day
Slowely at first and then it engulfs you completely
I want to tell you that I want you to be able to feel the sunlights warm caress even on the darkest of days
And on days when you can't see the stars in the night sky
I will cut stars out of my paper heart
Even though they always seem to rip when held in hands that aren't careful enough
and then I want to hang them from your ceiling
So you will always have something beautiful to look at
And if you would just notice me I promise that I can love you like that...
But instead when I finally noticed that you caught me staring at you about 15 minutes ago... I opened my mouth and instead of all the soliloquies that dance through my head whenever you saunter into a room all that came out was hi.....
I think it was a good start.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
Who am I?
I ask myself this question almost on a daily basis.
People say no matter how hard we try to fight it,
we always end up like our parents.
But with a nonexistent father,
and a gambling addicted mother,
I have nobody in my life to learn from,
or to grow to emulate.
So I'm left an empty vessel,
with the choice of who I am.
After years of trying to fit in,
And trying to find the affection I never got at home,
I look into a mirror unable to recognize the man standing in front of me.
I've chameleoned my way through every situation,
And now I'm left asking,
Who Am I?
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
The day I learned what it meant to feel nervous,
you spoke my name for the first time.
It was funny, because your voice sounded like the next forty years of my life.
I somehow mustered up the courage that day to talk to you, and learned that your name was Jacque,
my darling Jacque.
While it was the most beautiful name I had ever heard, it somehow sounded incomplete,
like it needed my last name stapled behind it.
It doesn't take much more than knowing each other's names for something beautiful to grow.
I soon learned that your hair smelled like eternity, your skin felt like ecstasy,
and your kiss tasted like everything that forces a smile on my face.
From the first day I learned what it meant to feel nervous,
I fell...
In love with you.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC