How can love be so selfish an emotion
Yet so selfless simultaneously?
Where’s the sense?

I used to think that blue eyes were over rated
And then I fell in love
Every time
He looked at me
It was like the ocean of his soul cleansed
The filth and dirt from my mind
And all I have wanted since
Was to see those eyes forever
Like glacier ice
They freeze me in my tracks
Keeping me from marking myself
Thinking of how sad they would look if he knew
Like flame
They burn me up inside
Turning my stomach to butterflies and ice
With all his understanding kindness
I see they sky reflected in him
With its storms
And the sun
And, my god, I see the stars.

To be comfortable with someone,
Even when all you have is their words
That is Love
To enjoy the stolen kisses when everyone’s around and no one sees
Much more than the private ones
That is Love
To prefer being held, and holding
Over touching or being touched
That is Love
To know them by the sound
Of their heartbeat
That is Love

Snow is beautiful
My favorite part of winter
Pure and white
Unstained
By doubt
Fear
Longing
Perfect
Like a reflection of the sky
And something that we all long to be

The sunlight burns me
He’s too warm
He’s too bright
My skin can’t take his heat
My eyes can’t take his shine
But I still need him to survive
For if he should perish
Then I should follow
The universe would collapse and time would stand still

He
does
Not look
like
I
Thought he
would
Death
I thought it was a skull
He should be a scythe
Ah! The glorious scythe
Curved and gleaming
But
      where
       is
it
That vicious scythe
Notherenotherenothere
Where
Why
       is
He
     beautiful
kind
          funny
  wrong
Shouldn’t be
Should be
hideous
But he is wonderful
With eyes bluer than the sea
And skin turned copper in the sun
no gleaming bone
no grinning skull
His only weapon:
the beautiful lies that escape his lips and drip down my ears,
so very like honey
And they’re mine
I accept his embrace