Love is a mysterious thing.
It can have you love something so much about a person that you'd never had loved otherwise.
For me,
It's the way she crinkles her nose when she tries not to smile,
Or the way she unconsciously drools on my chest when we're laying together.
It's honestly the most beautiful thing in the world and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

The flame burning inside me
Is shining bright;
Unwavering and ready
To show you all of
Myself without
Hesitation.

all the pain was because of you,
all the sacrifices and love that's true.

I hope that I can be yours too,
for you're the only song I'd like to listen to.

the message of yours is clear,
it's okay to lose me and you're not in fear.

you're my saddest song, the one and only,
and I'll love the whole you endlessly.

you're the last song I'd like to feel,
and the last song I'd love to hear.

I'll be your forever lover,
a lover that you won't even remember.

There is a  three sided mask
To every person.
The side that's desired
The side that's trapped
And the side that's internal.

My internal side is filled with words,
Words that have been beat into me
As a child and ones that
I've come to believe.
Weird,
Freak,
****** up,
Unwanted,
Lost cause,
Disappointment.
All words that have come from
The people I love and trust.

The trapped side is chained.
Chained and suffering,
Striving to break free.
Suffocated
To the point
Painful
Tears of blood
Stream my face.
It has fangs and horns
To remind me of its
Evil presence.

The desired side is free.
Free as a bird soaring
Through the clear, baby-blue Sky.
Free where green vines and grass
Can grow and bud flowers
To show I have potential.
It has stars which show
Even in the night I can soar
And be as beautiful as day.
It's the side I progress to be
And hope to one day become.

There's also a piece of the mask
That's incorporated on every side.
That's the white space.
The white space allows for growth
And room to improve.
It helps me believe I can become
More than I ever was before.

What are your three sides?

Crazy
Wild and free,
Climbing the earth
In nature's tree.
Sipping the suds
From bubbly seas.
Creating love
Out of detestation's
Seethe. Scribbling
Quick the words
I know, I am the
Poet
You seek
To know.
My vibes you
Take in, from them
You grow, from you
I glow, because you
Are all
My inspiring
Muses.

In all my years
I've seen many beautiful things:
Sunsets
Flowers
Mountain views
And more
But none of them compare
To the beauty of her blue-gray eyes
When she looks at me
And says she loves me.
To me,
That's true beauty.