My heart skips when I hear you
Whispering all the things you
can never say to me sober
And much like the hitch in your breath
every time I moan your name,
I tend to get stuck on the little details
like how you act as if the world isn't
pushing it's weight into your shoulders
And I wish you knew that it was
pushing on me too
bearing down on all of the
weakest parts of us.

**** is always changing
but some things stay the same
like my heart and how it beats
when you call at three am.
Your voice whispering in my ear
and the way you sound saying
my name, or how strange it is
that you know all the
little bits and pieces,
of me since that very first week.
Like talking things out with me
when I get a little too mean
instead of yelling and saying nasty things
and the understanding when we need
to take a step back in order to move forward.
The best part of you knowing
all the parts of me is that
I know you.

I never thought about
the way my voice sounds
when I'm half asleep
or
the way I laugh at everything you say
and all of your favourite parts of me
have become
my favourite too.

The way you sound when you're half asleep
mumbling "come here babe."
has become my favourite phrase
along with the way
you say my name,
when I wake up at 3 am
afraid of the monsters in my dreams.

You read my favourite poems
ask about my day and
I could listen to you go on forever
memorizing the way you sound
when you speak
softly
the butterflies in my stomach
take flight.

I've never been so unafraid of falling
knowing you are there,
catching me

Fingers intertwined and a string
stretching thousands of miles
across rugged terrain
you've got me
all tangled up
and wrapped around your finger

I used to be afraid of committing
to anyone and anything
but you hit me like a heavy rain
in the middle of a drought,
knocking me off of my feet
and your current has pulled me
under your covers
and I've never been so content to drown

We never promise forever and always
but we're always planning for the future
because that's all we can do
to keep us sane
and I feel just a little bit crazy for
thinking about you
and us
and everything we're going to do
all the little moments
and the big ones too.
it's always
you
you
you.

We got caught coming out of your shower
and you used your body to hide mine
leading me straight to your bed
where we spend our time in a strictly biblical sense.
and I keep quiet about the love of my life
somewhere in the middle of the Pacific
who will never know about the
terrible things I do
naked and on top of you.

I have never met someone so intent
on letting me collapse, breathless and
shaking, over and over again
and knowing how I feel
you lead me
straight to your bed
and I am free when you are underneath me
only then do I forget that this will never be
the right decision.
Someone once said the definition of crazy
is doing something over and over expecting different results
The truth is I am crazy
for chasing a dream
that has a snowballs chance in hell
and like you said
*it's just ***.