I never planned on falling for you,

Or feeling joy when I usually prefer being sad.

The way I see all the details you quickly forget,

The constant pain in my cheeks from smiling too much,

I never planned this at all but I want more.

They always said there was more to life,

But I never believed it until I met you.

You're the "more" and you brought the "life" with you,

And I wonder if you're fatigued at all,

From running through my mind at all times.

And now I find myself dreaming with my eyes open,

Of what it feels like to have your skin touch mine,

Or what our life will be like a few years from now.

I never planned on falling for you,

Or wanting to be better so I feel worthy of you.

I never wanted to open up the way you inspired me to,

But I knew it on the day you showed me the stars,

And I fell for you because they looked like your eyes.

I fell from grace in trying to land among the stars,

But now that I've fallen I just hope you'll catch me.

With your soft and sweet hands,

wrap them around me,

And tell me you've been waiting,

Because I never planned on falling for you.

It finally happened.

The moment we both waited for.

Like two blushing pilgrims ready stand,

To smooth a rough touch with a gentle kiss.

For saints have hands,

that pilgrims hands do touch.

It's the way I felt when I kissed you,

For the first time.

In my bones running fire,

My soul returning to water.

You stole the air from my lungs,

Only to breathe life back into me.

Like every part of me I thought buried,

Awoke with the touch of your lips.

You felt it too.

Yeah you I'm talking to you.

The weight lifting off of our shoulders,

For how long we've carried desire.

Oh dear Saint,

Let lips do what hands do.

What happened once,

The pilgrims pray for many more.

You are my deepest desire,

The source of my joy,

In your eyes I see my future,

my home

and the love of my life.

I will look for you in every lifetime,

And find you in all of them.

I vow to give you unwavering support,

Be your biggest cheerleader,

And your closest friend.

I promise to listen to you with an open heart,

To share in your dreams,

In your fears,

In your struggles

And in your victories.

I will make all of your wishes come true,

No matter how many sneakers it takes.

I commit to creating a life with you,

Full of love,

Full of respect

And boundless happiness.

I will speak only with a soft voice,

And I'll remind you every day

That you are the most beautiful woman alive.

You are my everything,

In this life and the next,

I vow to love you for all that you are.

One day I will wake up to find you
next to me, only an arms length away.

Feeling the touch of your warm embrace,
First thing in the morning.

The first light of sunshine will touch your face,
And set those eyes of yours on fire.

Your sleepy smile,
Knowing that you look for me even then.

Our mornings will be full
Of our famous whispered words.

Your tender kisses
And the safety of being in each other's arms.

The whole world outside will wait for us,
In that moment, we are all that matters.

I long for the day we share long and loud breakfasts,
While we laugh about all the mistakes we made.

Every day starts with the simple joy of being with you,
But that is nothing more than a dream.

I hold this dream close,
Knowing every day we get a little closer.

But all that is nothing more than a dream,
A distraction from this destructive life.

I found that I dislike sweet things
To save my tolerance for you
And your self obsessed syrup of supremacy

A love letter in milk
Raspberries
Ice and sugar

A sweetness unmatched
A hint of narcissism
In watching you try to taste
the sweetness that you are

An impossible possibility
Oh holy matrimony
A constant pursuit of Fool's Gold

Day in and day out
Textbook tenacity
Personified

But you drink,
And drink,
And drink

Try,
And try,
And try

With two milkshakes a day

The absence of love makes you think about every kind gesture.

The little touch of fingers,

The kindest smiles,

Random acts of love.

Looking for intimacy in the smallest spaces.

The need to find love in every little thing,

To make up for what you didn't have.

You don't ask for love.

You look for it everywhere.

Don't open the door.
The people outside sound nice
And they have chairs, tents, food,
Drink and more importantly, good company.

They say they care, they say they want to see you better
But it feels like a lie, it hurts more than they know,
It feels like deception, a plot to ruin you from inside.

It's probably true and it might be.
But we don't open the door.
We never open the door.
We let them stay outside because it's safer.

The house is a mess, everything is *****.
And they expect it to be clean.
They think you have it together,
They think it's so easy.

I never answer the door,
I don't want the company
And I don't want the sympathy.
It all needs to be left as it was.

The people are scary,
Their comfort hurts
And it makes me want to disappear
Because things won't change.

They say they want to help
But they can't, no one can.
It's me myself and I
Resisting the urge to die.

They don't know the story,
They don't have the time to listen,
But it's too much.
It's just too much.

The knocking doesn't stop.
And I'm never going to open,
Because if I do,
They will stay and I will leave.

So maybe it's a way out.