You tore a coffee addiction straight from the marrow of my bones;
You did it with those dark-roast, morning-sunrise eyes.
You did it with a glance.
It took weeks of constant coffee consumption for the addiction to settle and cravings to begin bringing me back each day,
but with you (your eyes that scream contemplation, ambition, enthusiasm, strong coffee)
I am hooked after one sip.
Without a doubt I know, in the marrow of my bones, that I will awake to a caffeine headache when I awake without your eyes near mine.
The strong black coffee that used to hold constant occupancy in my veins through a charming addiction will no longer do the trick.
You (your eyes that scream contemplation, ambition, enthusiasm, strong coffee),
With a glance,
You've got me addicted (forever).
I'm going to keep coming back.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
You've got me writing our story before our first hello.
With you I've fallen in love with things I don't yet know.
How did you mange to catch me so quickly?
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
A future that's evaded me
finally focused in your eyes.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
I’ve never been good at choosing favorites.
I couldn’t tell you my favorite book (I love them all)
I couldn’t tell you my favorite color (so many have caught my eye)
My favorite film eludes me (I’ve watched many)
And my favorite song is simply a melody of them all (playing on constant repeat in my head)
My favorites are lost somewhere among the endless list of the things that I love (you, you, you)
They’re resting on the tip of my tongue (struggling to make themselves known)
I suppress them.
I cannot choose favorites.
I cannot commit.
I can tell you what I love (I love you)
I can tell you what I adore (I adore you)
I can tell you what I need (I need you)
But, my dear, I am sorry, because I never could choose favorites,
And I cannot choose you.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
I just spent 10 minutes flipping aimlessly through the blank pages of my journal;
Daydreaming,
Longing desperately,
For a day when I will fill them with endless scratches of ink that document in detail the extravagance of the journeys that you and I are enjoying and the love that has swept us oh so hurriedly away.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
The concept of you overflows much of the space within my scattered thoughts.
I want you here to cradle my wind-chapped hands in yours and giggle as I read you my winded attempts at poetry.
I want you to enter into the unknown with me and stay up as I hold you on the nights when the aching takes over us both.
I want you here to fight and wrestle with me over which movie we will cuddle too tonight and I want to listen to you rant passionately about the injustices you have seen in the world today
I want to love every broken piece of you and mend every shattered dream and heartbreak you've experienced back to health
And I want us to work together to take on this world that scares us both to death,
I want you in the most innocent of ways,
But God do I want you,
More than I ever thought one could want a concept of a man who has yet to find a find his way to me.
I hope you’re searching.
I hope you’re wondering.
I hope you’re waiting.
And dear God, I hope you want me as much as I want you.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
Rushing cars and twinkling Christmas lights and “holly jolly” Christmas music that is being periodically interrupted by the blaring of horns;
I just want it all to stop.
Bed sheets that no matter how warm they get still aren't desirable without you in them and cups of coffee that only sometimes achieve success in doing their job of keeping me awake;
Aching seems to be my only pal these days.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now that pretending just won’t cut it
And it seems that I can no longer cope with this anxiety that is bubbling up
Because I miss you,
I miss you,
I miss you.
I really freaking miss you
And I don’t know how many more times I’m going to be able to journey through the fog that plagues me every time I go to step out that door.
I’ve stopped being able to convince myself that it’s worth it now that you’re no longer there to remind me and kiss my flushed cheeks on the days when I come home so convinced that I’m not strong enough
You were the fuel that kept me going,
And without you here, I’m afraid
I’m
Running
Out.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
I ensnared myself in the inescapable business of not caring when the undying desperation of my heart reached a heaviness of fate that my weary wanderings were unable to withstand.
Without second thought, I locked the doors and buried the rusty key deep inside of the abyss that lived inside of me, where even my own search is incapable of yielding discovery.
Icy, stone walls now diligently keep under wraps my intolerable feelings of inadequacy and guard my outside excursions from the influence of any sense of care that may cause the perfectly manufactured wall of secrecy to crumble.
I could knock or wiggle the doorknob, but all honesty reminds me that anything left that may answer inquiry would be an emotion to beyond undesirability to warrant acknowledgement.
It is possible that I made the correct decision and maybe the fate of not feeling was truly the safest option left to me,
but even with all longings of my heart oh so securely guarded,
I can feel the heaviness of a desperate ache holding me to the ground.
It may be under lock and key, but it is there,
weighing me to this fate, ensnaring me in hopelessness, and keeping me from being truly free.
I am weary from carrying all of this dead weight inside of me.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
Even when the cracks in your soul have overtaken and the cobwebs seem to have found a permanent home in the dusty corners of your chilled hear,
I have not left you alone.
Even though all logic seems to convince that your cries have been hopelessly lost in the vastness of the lonely abyss and your reachings are yielding no joy,
I have not left you alone.
I know you've released all feelings of faith in the possibility of a rescue and I know you posted the vacancy sign on the door of your seemingly abandoned heart weeks ago,
but my dear,
please. Don't give up.
I have not left you alone.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
I'm oh so nostalgic
For those moments with you
That we have not yet shared.
I''m replaying memories
of journeys with you
that we have not yet begun.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC