We take this skin that shines with all of its cells in their perfect place
Over the skin with flaws, smooth to touch, and unforgettable.
That girl would rather have a perfect image.
She'll settle for using her senses one by one
But I would rather see her scars and remember the way
They pushed my fingers from the hills of her imperfect bone structure
Majority rules in favor of the freshly paved roads
And we bat eyes at the dirt trails where they began
This girl has a car and it runs so smoothly over those black-topped streets
I can't pull my eyes away from the earth colored lines
Passing through the creases of these old, tattered maps
When did carving our loves into trees
And loose dirt become so irrelevant
Those who make mistakes and change
Are beneath those who never get caught in them
So they don't have to change
No one will see them any different
I don't have a fancy car. I want to live in a time
Where hopping trains was the only way to
Get from point a to b
I miss opening doors for a woman being a must
I want a love that sets an entire town in a rage
And mobs made of fire chase us to the edge
Of the woodland mountains and I want them to stare
Directly into these eyes of ours and hope they understand
If she jumps then I'll jump, and if she burns, I'll burn to ash with her
I don't know where we lost the fact that these physical
Pains are only temporary. I often wonder when we lost ourselves
The only thing I know is my soul is permanent
The only fire or fall that could break and burn me
Are those hidden inside of her
Lay the good in the shadows. Leave our favorite words unsaid
Sit the best books together on dusty shelves
We've forgotten..
Shed light on our dusty shells and leave
The most temporary beauty to the highest priorities
Even over the hands we hold that fuse our
Eternal pieces together for good
A few good days chosen over our favorite set of lips.
Please, just wake me up when this is over.

I’m used to things falling on me. They fall, and every time, it hurts. That’s why this day is so special to me. This day is different. It’s kind of like those rare times when you hit your shin really ******* the coffee table or the corner of your bed frame, and you close your eyes and clench your teeth to get ready for the pain to come, but it never does because this time you hit it just right. This is the day I lived solely for her, as if I had no other purpose for breathing. As if the oxygen surrounding me, filling my lungs, was more mine right then, than it had ever been before. I was always afraid of moving too fast because I’d lose my footing and my hands, preventing me from catching myself at all, were filled with all I held on to. It was all I had. I do admit, despite my fears, I was enticed by the way the city looked during the night at hundreds of miles per hour. So, she took my hand and we made our way through the busy streets. All of the strangers and lights were nothing but blending colors and blurs with progressively fading edgework, and the way it all reflected from her eyes like film on a bulb-lit, glass-plated projector, was incomparably beautiful.
In these moments the silent parts of my being swallowed me whole, and from one second to another I knew I had found my home within you. This is the day I held your hand all night just so you’d know, then and there, you were safe with me. I pulled my heart from my chest and slid it into the back pocket of your cut-off blue jeans because I couldn’t find a better way to tell you I loved you. On this day, I carried you to that place made of steam clouds that can be anything you want and I wrapped you in my arms with hopes you knew I wouldn’t move an inch without you. I had whispered to you while you slept because I needed you to know that my entire soul had always belonged to you. This is the day that you saw me from the ground as I wandered through the stars, and as I fell, I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, but there was no pain. I fell for you just right.

By now I'm sure I'm nothing more to you all than the guy who fell in love with a girl that he can't stop writing about. I think I'd be okay with that, because I do love her, and there's nothing that I want you to know about myself more than I want you to know: I want to be whoever she wants me to be. Your books and your inspirational quotes, your mothers and fathers, and friends.. they all tell you to never change who you are just to be with someone else. Well, those people who wrote those books, your friends, your family.. see, they've never known her. I believe in her so much that I think that anyone who does not know her, should. She's not someone that you meet and you think of her as a really good friend, or girlfriend, or just a pretty face. No, she's not that at all. She has this collection of beautiful smiles that ignite her blue eyes, and maybe they only shine because of a build up from her tear ducts when her eyes slightly close, but it doesn't change what it looks like, and it doesn't change the fact that it only happens when she smiles. She has soft cheeks and a freckle on the left side of her bottom lip. Her voice is... Well, to tell you the truth It's hard to think about her voice. It's as clear in my head as it is straight from her vocal chords, and I'd do anything to hear her whisper in my sleep again. I've been dreaming of myself in house fires, and eruptions, and drowning in the sea, and I always wake up reaching frantically for something that's not there, or wanting to run to the nearest exit. My soul will not let me sleep, it can't live without her. So it's been burning my dreams down, and it's been choking me awake. She's exactly like drowning, she's exactly what makes it hard to breathe but easy to know, with her I want to take my last breath. Maybe you still don't understand, but you get to wake up from your nightmares, and I wake up to mine. I want to spend my nights with her and pull her closer in the cold mornings. I'm the type of person who can study medicine and learn to save a life, but she.. she is naturally smart, and she knows how to live. I need that. To live, and with her, that is everyday. I met her while her heart was broken, and since I've wanted to take all those little pieces of her broken heart and keep it safe behind my bones, right next to mine. This is something I love doing. Writing. Regardless, I'll always want to write, and change the world, and I'll always love her. Her- An endless sky with billions of galaxies made of billions of stars, she is the eruption inside of me. Our universe itself will even come to an end. That is inescapable. The hydrogen will eventually be burned to nothing and stars will no longer be born. As the last diamond dies out, the infinite darkness will consume all we've known and everything will turn cold, but I'm not afraid. Not with her. Long after our bodies become a part of this dying world, my soul will cling to hers, and we'll crawl out of the dark together. We'll spend an eternity dancing through the cosmos. After all, she is where I belong. She's exactly that. For now, this is where I am. Beginning each day fighting for her lips. Ending each night staring at a picture with a caption, "I'll love you forever."

I saw you sleeping, and I wanted to speak so many things, but I just smiled because you gave me the kind of feeling that makes room inside of you. Like my heart knew that one day you would belong there, just like your mother. My biggest fear was that you wouldn't love me. That I wouldn't be the one you'd want to always take care of you. One of the things I'm most thankful for is the fact that you do. And that I have taken care of you in any way I knew how. I miss your tiny cold feet. Every morning I'd wake up to your mother, happy that she was still sleep because I got to get you the first drink of your day, and I got to watch her sleep a little longer. She used to send me videos of you dancing. I would always mute the sound because the quiet left room for my thoughts, and I didn't want to remember a song. I wanted to remember that space made just for you. I still take walks like we did, and of course I want to pick every flower I see because without them the walks would end to soon. But I don't pick them because every flower belongs to you. You made me believe in things. I never believed I'd meet anyone as beautiful as your mother. You made me believe in love while in love. You even made me believe in fairies, which you believed in most. I believe in anything you believe in. I don't know if it's God, or if it's fate, or if it has anything to do with anything other than I simply love you both, but it can't be a coincidence that my heart is tied to strings, and these strings are tied to every step you take, and the further you get from me, the more it hurts. You hold so much in your little fingers. I'd do anything to dance to, and like, a day to (that ill always) remember. I'd do anything for you to rest your head in my arms again while we talked the whole way home, or at times you'd be so silent and fast asleep and maybe I didn't need two arms to hold you up, but I did need two arms to hold you. I'd stay awake a million night shifts to see you sleep and wake up to your mother moving my hair from my face to plant her kiss in the perfect place, and you in front of me. I guess you could tell that I hated to sleep alone, or maybe you did too. I could write for weeks about you. Even if I'm not writing, I always am in my heart, for both of you. Every step I take I picture the two sets of feet on either side of me that ill never forget. How your legs would swing like walking was your favorite thing to do and nothing could make you happier. And especially when counting to three with your arms to the clouds was all it took for you to fly, and sweetheart, If you're flying, then me and your mother were flying too, because we held a hand on either side of you. Your eyes closed and cheeks pillared by the widest smiles, I knew you were destined for bigger things than the restriction of gravity allows. I will always be your wings, and nothing, not even gravity, will keep you from flying when I'm with you. I miss everything about you and her. How she couldn't leave the tips of her feet when she'd jump for me to catch her and how you did the same when you wanted up. There's nothing better than when I'd hold you both and in return,  you'd hold me tighter. I love you. I have already loved you forever, because this will never stop. I always wake in the night hoping you couldn't sleep, and decided next to me was the safest place to lay your head. Sweet dreams, Brook. I'm yurning for the day I hear your voice again.

Not that it comes as a surprise, but you made your way into my dreams again. I was in the most silent collection of noises and numbers of people walking the halls of this maze of a party. I was only holding a bottle for company, because I was okay, but I was lonely, and there's something about making my world spin while my world is spinning that feels like you're still around. Mid-turn I ran into a body, and she wrapped me up in flattery and her arms, and this was a party and I'm supposed to move on, so I took the bait. You saw me from another room while sitting on the lap of your new found affection, and in a few seconds time you ran, and for a few seconds I pretended I wasn't going to chase you. When I found you, you were arms-wrapped around him from behind and when you turned to me, it wasn't you. I had lost you. I watched the carpet walking away and in an open doorway, there you were. Your head was down and the entire room was stained with thoughts of me, so it only felt right to step inside. Even if it wasn't, I would've anyway. You sat on a chair in the middle of a room with your head so far down that you didn't see me coming, and kneeling in front of you I took my first finger to lift your chin. Like a trap, your arms collapsed around me and mine around you. I wanted you to know that I know you miss me, and I, you. And I wanted you to know that it's okay, because I will always love you, and it's a pleasure to have my heart broken by you. Then I woke, and my first thought was that I wish I was with you, because after dreams like these I'd wake up and kiss you hard enough to make you smile, but soft enough to keep you sleeping. And I miss the way your ceiling looked above your bed, this one is to high. Even if it wasn't, it's still not yours.

I'm okay without her, like hiding behind her, without her, because missing a moment of her is just not an option, and because she's my whole world and she could destroy me at any moment. Running through her pictures as fast as my fingers will allow, partially because I want to kiss every face she has, and mostly because they're all perfect, and I can't pick just one. Yes, it burns to see her face, but for this I would ignite myself, for this, I would give up anything. I've laid on this tile floor for the past five hours, and everything I've seen for the last three days has been at the bottom of the sea. I can wipe it away, but it always comes back because it belongs here, and I feel like I belong at the bottom of the sea. Maybe you're asking yourself why I hold on to what is tearing me apart... Well, I first and foremost, would die for her. Everyday, I would die, and everyday I do ,because I love her, I always have, since the very second I knew how. I have loved her not only in this life, but in all the past lives. She's been beautiful in 100,000 forevers, and 100,000 times I have always loved her. And I have never needed anyone before her, she is everything I need.

She's the woman I'd stare at and she'd say nothing, because the type of nothing she has is the type of nothing that means everything. She could break me over and over, and it always hurts like hell, but each time I heal, and into a better shape, for her. One of our biggest blessings is our ability to dream, to take yourself to places that only the deepest part of you knows, your souls desires. Things your mind could never fathom. I dream of her, but she's real. I am who I am because of her. I wanted to write because she wanted to write, and I wanted to laugh because she laughed, hers is perfect, and now I know, really, I just wanted her.

She makes everything in this world matter more than it did, I've never loved a cheek before, and I've never missed a set of lips so much. That's how I'll always love her more than anyone could love another, because I fell in love when she walked, and I fell in love when she spoke to me, and then I fell in love when she smiled. I fell in love while she slept and I fell in love with the way I fell for her. I fell for every part of her, one by one, so many times I'm sure I spent most of my time on the ground picking up the little pieces of me that couldn't wait to be hers. It doesn't matter how big of a crowd she is in, it never did, because I found her. I found her once, and I will always find her, so she'll never be lost.

This day I was able to show the world what I've waited so long to show them. She is perfect, and no matter if I'm a man, a fish, or a tree, I will only love her.

Her smiled stretched to one side of her perfectly structured face. And she wanted to know me. I wouldn't, but she did. I spent the night inside the words she wrote me. She asked my favorite color. I said blue, because I was, and because it is. She listened to my dreams, to her they were big, to her I was big. The first day I met her I hid because I was nervous and she is wonderful and I wasn't ready to fall in love yet, but it didn't matter, because any wall she stood behind was transparent, and I saw her. Goodbye was impossible, I made short stories long just to look a little more, because she has eyes I'd swim through, And a look that made you look, so I did. But she had to go, she had already taken the time to give me my entire world, and she wrapped her arms around me, and her shadow was mine. I fell, right into the night I saw her city lights, and my shadow was hers. And then, She slept and that was okay because she is beautiful, not that she needs the sleep to be, but dreams deserve beauty too, and she was next to me. But now when I hide, a wall is just a wall, I cant dream anymore, because I can't sleep, and my entire world is gone. And I never face west before noon , I can't stand the sight of my shadow, because it's not yours.