It’s the strings of a guitar that remind me of coca butter skin. A warm-hearted harmony transfixes my mind to the california king with ripped bed sheets. If only you hadn’t tickled the left side of my heart, I could’ve hidden my smile. You were unexpected, a scientific anomaly. Blind sided by nervous laughter and beautiful eyes, You’re my Sandra Bullock. You’ve saved me from the darkness of my heart, from all the self-appointed doubts and belief I am everything... But a good man. It’s the white of your eyes that tells me I’m safe, the dimples of your smile let me know, you trust me. In the years before you, I lived like rusted iron, never thought about, never cared for, looking used and broken. I was all of these things, because I wanted to be. I feared of caring, petrified to look into blue eyes, saying, I love you. Weather with luck or broken tan lines, you’ve frozen my fear. Our first memory is beneath bedsheets, hiding from the friends on the other side of love. If curiosity kills the cat, I believe I have 8 lives left. That’ll be long enough to show you that wrinkles above your nose during laughter, is the cutest feature I see. It was a clouded night sky when we first swapped, I love you’s, I still smell the apple pie we shared. I’ll cross my heart, hope to die if I forget our five hour mindless midnight argument, we are young adults with minds of children, only we find ice skating funny. Everything I have is yours, praying that it’ll be enough because when the sky falls down, I’ll want to be standing right next to you. You’ll be the calm before the storm, the rainbow after rain has seized it’s descent toward troubled grounds. When oceans become puddles, I’ll look back for nervous laughter and beautiful eyes, saving me from the darkness of my heart. I know it’s darkness shall never return, the white of your eyes enlightens the charcoal pieces. So when the sun burns out, I’ll never be afraid. I’ll have you shield me beneath bedsheets, hiding from those on the other side of something, not yet known.