And from the dirt,
Man was formed.
And from the mouth of God
Breathed life to give life.
Of all the things God created
You and I
Took his breath away.

No one is going to be there to cheer you on at three in the morning
When your demons are picking you apart.
No one is going to be there to stand by your side
When you're all alone facing Goliath.
While the world is sleeping,
You are fighting an empire.
The world will wake up in a couple hours
Oblivious to the fact that you were up all night
Fighting a war.

I turned you into poetry.
my 3am thoughts.
you became my nightmare
and my everlasting joy.
I can never remove you from my mind
unless I remove you from my heart.

We didn't come on this planet to learn perfect love.
We came from perfect love and we are going back to perfect love.
We forget that a relationship consists of two broken people who choose each other.
Like two wounded animals coming together and fighting to survive in a forest
That contains things ready to **** them.

Before we met we were two wounded animals.
We still are two wounded animals,
But as the days go by and the months go by,
We are learning to adapt in a world that is fighting to **** us off.
Struggling to stay afloat in an ocean that is ready to drown us.

But as long as I'm by your side
I will choose you
And fight for you
Until. . .

Until well. . .
You say so.

She wore the smell of Summer
On her neck
And every kiss I stole
Burnt like the Sun
And tasted like the ocean.

Life is too short to run back to the people who burnt you,
The opportunities that left you,
And the doors that slammed shut.

It's time to move on
And build on the new.

I would break every heart,

And break every soul

Then **** myself

Before you get another chance to see me again.

I wouldn't have gave myself away
to people who didn't deserve it.
I would have waited
and saved it
for someone

Every time we kiss the stars burn a little brighter,
The wind howls a little louder,
And the universe holds it's breath just a little longer.
Off in the distance another star is being formed and another star is falling apart.
I hold your hand,
And the ocean ascends higher,
And the moon pulls a little harder.
You do not notice it,
But when your lips meet mines,
The world and everything in it stops moving,
And it feels for once,
The universe and I are one.

My eyes alone
Are not enough
To hold everything
That you are.

the ones who wrap themselves up in a blanket, drink hot cocoa and watch Netflix during a storm. And the ones who dance in the rain.

I want to be the one who starts a fire in the rain.

I was never afraid of fire.
And maybe that's why
I fell in love with you.

. . . That I want our story back.

Tell life that she can have her stars. . .
She can have the moon, the sun, and the ocean. . .
She can have all of it back.
I just want you.

My words are not enough.
If I were to write the greatest poem about you,
It would not be satisfying.
I do not have it in me to carefully string together words
And metaphors to describe who you are and the amount of impact that you have on me.
It is not because you are not worthy,
But because I am incapable of completing such monumental task.

But please,
Tell me,
How can I make you feel the weight of my words
Without having to hide it
Between consonants and vowels.

I looked into your eyes
and I seen the next
sixty years of my life.

The cold crawled up my spine and settled onto my skin.
"Winter is here" I remind myself as I sit on the sidewalk with my cigarette in hand.
A new season,
A new beginning.
The tobacco begins to do it's work as my mind begins to fog a little bit.
I inhale, and exhale again, but instead of the smoke,
It's the cool winter breeze that I let flow into my lungs.
I look at my cigarette one more time and flick off the ashes.
Let the ashes remind me that the dead stay dead.
It is a new season,
A new beginning.
So let me not focus on the old,
But instead build upon the new.

it is raining outside,
and I am tired of pretending that I am happy while I stay inside watching the rain.
I am tired of waiting for the people around me to put on their rain coats and boots before going out.
I need someone who is not afraid to get wet.
I need someone who is not afraid to get messy.
So as long as this rain pours,
take my hand
and lets dance.

Everything I am
Misses
Everything you are

I can feel the way the earth shakes as we step onto the path that has been carved for us,
I can feel the way the ocean begins to cadence to our every rise and fall,
and the way my spine begins to burn every time our lips dance over and over again,
I can feel the way my body disintegrates every time our eyes meet,
and the way our souls are dancing to a song that we have never heard before,
but it is beautiful.

It is beautiful.

You are the Summer
In December

There is something about your sweet,
gentle smile
that warms me up in a way
the sun can not.

The thing about a mind that wanders
Is that sometimes it'll wander to the graveyards
Buried in the back of your soul.
Or an abyss that contains nothing but the past.

Sometimes when I'm not careful
I lose my footing
And fall into that abyss,
But instead of hitting the bottom,
I fall deeper and deeper.

In a matter of seconds I am falling down an archive of my thoughts,
And in a matter of seconds,
I am reliving the moments I carried  with me all these years.

I open up the files,
And just like that,
I am there when she calls me "girly" and wants a "man" instead of me.
I am there when she tells me that she doesn't see me in her future.
I am there when she
left me on the dance floor.
I am there when I found out he held her hand and kissed her.
And more. . .
And more.

I am there.
Sitting on a bus I am there.
Sitting in my car I am there.

This doesn't happen often,
But when it does,
The darkness demands my attention,
And I am there.

this moment only existed in novels.

the kind of novels that make people question if this kind of love exist.
many search their entire lives for this moment,
but here I am.
here you are.
here we are.
together.

The crown of creation.
The Master's finishing touch.
She is the crescendo.
The ascent and downfall of humanity.
She is God's final masterpiece,
And in one single moment brought all of creation to it's knees.

But she is the sun of The Son.
Reflecting off light into the darkest part of the night,
And into my life.
Her eyes hold more mystery than a thousand stars put together.
Weaved into the fibers of her soul is a puzzle waiting to be solved.  
And every word from her mouth forms another constellation,
And ignites a fire in the crevices of my soul.
She is Jesus in the flesh.
More precious than diamonds,
More powerful than an atomic bomb.
Just like the ocean,
She is untamable.

Ocean breath and salty lips,
We kissed the wounds that were carved into our skin,
And it burned.
We're swimming in an ocean we have never swam in before
And the farther we swim,
The longer we swim,
We will become free.
Free from everything that was latched onto us before we met.
They will call for us.
Scream for us.
Cry for us,
But we will swim,
Swim,
And swim.

So let's go.

They can have the world,

In the end,
I am an admirer of good stories.
but you were not meant to be a story
to be looked back upon.
If truth be told,
I would like to look back in time with you
right by my side.

Not all wounds,
Turn into scars.

This is not the pinnacle of our existence.

Meeting you was just a stepping stone into another season of life.

Stay with me. . .  
Walk with me. . .
Run with me,
And we'll conquer this ******* world together.

I don’t want to say you make me happy
because you do.
I don’t want to say you are the best part of me
because you are.
lets just say
for every touch
and every smile,
you have lit a flame in every fiber of my being.
whenever I am in your presence
the fire continues to grow and grow.
if you were to leave
I’d rather die from the burns
than put it out.

My bones,
They whisper.

Can you hear your name?

I have written the story a number of times.
But every story that I began, suddenly,
Out of nowhere,

Stopped.

Now as I write this story,
I am naught but amazed
That the pages keep coming
And coming.

So I will keep writing
And writing.

The words used to flow so effortlessly.

But now it's like the water ran dry.

Maybe when you left, you took my words with you.

Tell her.
Tell her that the way her voice sounds makes your bones tremble.
And the way your name sounds when it rolls off of her tongue is indescribable.
Tell her that if she were to remove your brain from your head, all she'd find is her fingerprints.
Tell her that written along the walls of your heart is her name.
And that this secret that has been locked away in the marrow of your bones cannot be contained any longer.
So go.
Tell her.
Love is not a whisper.
It is not a thought that cowards in the back of your mind when she is near,
And comes back when she leaves.
Love is standing on the top of a building and screaming until your throat bleeds.
Love is igniting a fire that cannot be contained nor put out.
Go to her.
Tell her.

I never did like the phrase "falling in love" or "fell in love"
To me it always sounded like that person was walking on the edge of a cliff and somehow misjudged a step,
And fell.
And so they fell in love. As if it was some sort of accident.

With you
I didn't fall in love.
*I ran in love. *

From the very beginning I knew where I was heading,
And I knew where I was going to end up.
With you.

So I don't want to say I "fell in love" with you because I didn't.
It was more like running a race,

And
I guess you can say I ran in love to get to where you are,

The sun is a ****.
She always wants me,
and she is jealous of the moon
because the moon sees me more.

People die for love,

I stay alive

For her.

The other day, I looked up the word passion in a thesaurus.
One of the synonyms of the word passion is fire.

I found it interesting how fire,
something that could keep you warm when the nights and mornings are cold,
Can also burn an entire forest to the ground.
The only difference is,
One is contained and the other isn't.

But then it makes sense, doesn't it?

Just like a fire,
Love can keep you warm and yet set you ablaze.

And that's how I feel about you.

I want to be the smoke that fills your lungs.

Listen to the cadence of my heart,
mind,
and soul.

*It beats for you

I will never forget the moment you tore my heart into a million pieces.
And the way it felt to have the whole world crumbling down on me.

I will never forget the way the waves pulled me under,
And kept me under.

I drowned myself,
While you just watched.

an open book
with a lot of
missing pages.

I wrote my heart away with the blood
From the gashes you made in my soul.

I strung together words and orchestrated metaphors
To bring life into the pain you brought into my life.

I created you to be better
Than what you actually were.

I strained—
I pressed on to get where I am today.

How foolish of me to think the sun shined from your ***
When it was really hell gasping for air.

You see, that's the thing about life. All of a sudden it kind of just cuts off mid sen–

**** playing games.
I need someone who's down for me
And only me.

What words break you?
What words haunt you?
Let me speak over them—
Shout over them.

Show me where it hurts,
And I'll gently run my fingers across the bruises they left.  

Kiss me so deep until every name,
Every word,
And everything that was ever said to you will be
Uprooted from the very place it latched onto your soul.

Allow me to gently open your heart.
Show me the bruises they left,
And I'll let my words sing to your soul.

Thank you for missing me.

No one has ever done that before.