Standing beside you, I ponder...

...was the grass always this green and lush?
...has the baby blue sky seemed this vast before?
...where have these infinite possibilities arisen from?
...is my hand too sweaty to hold?
...have the stars forever shone this brilliant?
...where does time go?
...how does her smile warm me like the radiance of the sun?
...will my face crack from smiling this hard?
...is it possible to love her any more?
...how can I prove it to her?

I'll figure it out, I'll find a covered porch and a glider or a pair of rocking chairs. I'll count the cars and admire her hair in the breeze blowing between our knees as the future unfolds itself out of thin air.
A love I've never felt before,
a beautiful pair...

"what're you thinking about?"

Oh! Me?
I'm just thinking about...

Life,
You'll
Be
The
Death
Of Me.

Blemished puddles are collecting
within her reflection, they condense on
the walls of oxidized emotions.

Defective misgivings bathe within,
feeding on the algae of irregularities
that submerge beneath this glass figurine.

Unblemished words collect to swim on
the outside, perfection was bathing in smiles,
but inside she was drowning in insecurities.