It's hard to sleep tonight.
As the recent days have ended with you in my arms.
I couldn't escape this everlasting all-nighter.
Because nothing fits in my arms the way you do.
Nothing rises and falls like your chest.  
Nothing carries the gentle fragrance you have.
Nothing compares to your warmth.
Nothing is you.
And
Without you.
This room has nothing for me.

Don't worry, it's cool

Something like a shiver,
More of a tremble?
Like my unbelievably shaky hand
as I write this down?
You move me,
Subtly
Or so it may seem.
A shiver is monumental.
My whole body quakes
A tremble can be noticed by onlookers
And making my hand shake,
well, it makes my already poor penmanship worse.
Though It may look that I am;
Composed,
Collected,
Unfazed
And calm.
I'm not.
My heart races at your voice.
My mind melts into ease by your touch.
And I feel lightheaded by the meer utterance of your name.
I'm settling down,
I'm ruffling my feathers once more
And
I'm tucking my beak into my wings.
I've heard ducks mate for life.
You like ducks
And
I like you
I love you
I'm in love with you.
Do me a favor?
Lift the corners of your lips, for me.
Please?

Oh, a very lucky man, am I.
To be the one with which her heart resides.
A broken boy,
With fears to match the size of my feet, which are large.
I am a silver.
I thought no rhyme could be placed on me.
But she is my slant.
Oh, a very lucky man, am I.

Wesley, remember your place.

Today at work I dropped a glass
a quiet gasp
followed shortly by the shrill crash of glass on ceramic tile.
As I look at the mess I, myself, made
I saw myself.
Perhaps due to the fact I'm a hopeless romantic with the acute ability to personify everything I touch.
Perhaps because I know that I, too, am a mess.
As I stood swearing under my breath about the cost of the glass and the possibility of management's wrath.
The shards of glass thrown across the floor in a pool of melted ice, and what remained of some dark soda pulled song lyrics into my head

"Why can't a glass speak for its contents"

Because the glass is empty
The glass is simply a vessel.
Am I then a vessel as well?
I hope not.
I hope not.
I swept the glass
and the thoughts
Into a dust pan
And
Threw them away

Speaking Honestly, I just wanna sit in silence with you.