If the sky did ever fall my dear, it wouldn't spare but a moment for goodbyes. This is why you never heard me leave.

I wish to be that one constellation of freckles on your body that no but you knows about.

The moon settled behind the midnight clouds as its glow illuminated the landscape. I imagined you sleeping peacefully somewhere inside a warm pair of arms. Dreaming of waterfalls and mountain tops. No longer trapped inside a snow globe , taking in life a thousand miles an hour. You were always able  to free yourself from that birdcage you loved so much, you just weren't aware of how far your wings could take you. Now each night I lay beneath the stars waiting for the sun to slowely rise in hopes to get a glimpse of you soaring through the mornings orange and blue sky; free like you always should've been.

I'm tired of thinking what if, ever think maybe we DID make the right choice. Maybe I am as happy as I will ever be and maybe I just haven't allowed myself to accept that. I'm constantly battling the perfect images from the big screen and trying to recite lines from the most romantic of poetry. The truth is it's simple and I see that now. I love her and she loves me. No need to try and be people we aren't, we are regular people and that's perfectly fine. Our kind of love tends to slip through the cracks or be brushed aside. Personally I think that's the best kind of love, the kind that is only meant for two people. A love that lives through you and dies with you. Something that truly is one of a kind and something that will never be mimicked. Your friends and family may never understand or accept the things you do but who really cares. It's your life and it's my life so why not live it for us and do the things that make us happy. Babe if your reading this you truly are the best part of everything for me. I couldn't imagine dreaming of you any longer, I'm glad I found you.

I want to remember the little things, the very detailed little things.

I still pause,
before I speak your name.
As I steal another's breath.
In my dreams I'm still in love with you.
So at times you catch me when I'm awake.
I imagine galxies colliding,
if again I could look into your eyes.
Know my skin is still white,
From where your hands were gripping.
You sense that I'm still lost,
Somewhere between our sheets.
Twirling forever,
To the melodies of your breathing,
and to the twitching of your knees.
I would lay down for this battle,
you've already won my dear.
Hours and hours spent watching your ghost, dance over aging hard wood floors.
Rain taps steadily against the windowsill,
keeping one ear with the moment,
Knowing I can't lose myself in you.

I guess the times are mine now
Since you've forgotten that we've loved
All the long nights
Every conversation
The feelings
Now seem Abandoned
Like all the wilted roses
I left for you
Still laying at our bedside
untouched

I'm banking on the fact
that we aren't really lost.
I'm waiting for the signs
to pull us from the dark.
We can return to our shack
that's buried by the trees.
Drink all night
until we're rolling through the leafs.

Anything,

for a second alone with you

my world exists inside your hands.

I feel every star collide.

as both our eyes expand.

The heat is on our skin
the chills are in our bones.
You my dear are a wanderer
but you my dear are home.