Write poetry about your hair?" He said
"But I don't really care..." He said

I'm grateful for
Your sweet kisses I find in the dark
For the consistency of your inhale
And exhale
I yearn for
The future and what it holds with you
For the idea of eternal consistency
I wonder
About the sky and the stars and how two beings such as You and I were lucky enough to stumble upon the other.
You're like
My safe house, the sea, and the unknown.
I hate
That every phrase that I think of for you is the classic cliche
Because you
Are nothing of normal and for that
I am grateful.

The stars remind me of you
For more reasons than one.
They glisten like your eyes
And enhance a dark space,
Never changing pace.

"You faded and I never knew
How to unfold as flowers do."

I write about you more than I'd like to admit
I hope you can't taste the satisfaction of
how you've stained my white skin
with your *******.

Be careful darling,
It's the nice ones who get burned.