There's a street lamp that I regularly mistaken for the moon
And tonight it reminded me to be careful
Of how bright I think you shine
Because
Your light only illuminates one path.

The only thing I enjoy more than saying your name

Is hearing you say mine.

I can actually enjoy the sound of my own voice
When it's muted in the crook of your neck.
Hearing it bounce back
Means there's something solid before me.

I've been left as an abandoned house -
Dilapidated, displaying broken windows but a locked door.
I was ransacked,
Littered and falling apart.

If you can see the potential
And you exercise patience,
I'll build a mansion around you.

In one small space,
Time ceased to exist and we became the very stars we were in awe of.

You do not have to fall back,
Shrivel small and meek
In fear that your power will intimidate him -
Real men will revel in the beauty of a beast.

Two weeks is a weird amount of time.
Too long to be sick,
But not quite long enough to know someone
And suddenly think that the color of their eyes on a clear sunny day
Is your new favorite color.