you are my morning, my evening,
and my night
my everyday love
my hate, my spite.
you are the birds that sing
up in the trees
with that look on your face that
brings me to my knees
you are my weakness, my lover
my passion every night,
every nightmare, every kiss
every makeout and fight.
you are the sky that sets aflame
at 9 in the afternoon
i see an imprint of your smile
in the milky, dusty moon.
i’m in love with every smirk, every
moan and every sigh,
in love with the way i can see my future
reflected in your eyes.
-a.c.b

i am convinced you were sent to me for a reason-
an angel in disguise
i think i'm going to fall in love with you-
i'm almost there, anyways,
but while it terrifies me that it's so soon,
and to relinquish control of my emotions like that,
to fall completely and utterly into someone else...
i have never been happier in the company of another,
i have never known the extent
of full reciprocation,
but darling, i thank you
for showing me how exquisite it is
to be loved by you.
-a.c.b

and then i said
"goodnight, darling, i'm going to bed.
but oh how i wish
i were in yours."
-a.c.b

i've never met someone who has made me realize
sometimes words just aren't enough.
sometimes the feelings surpass the rules of grammar,
stanza breaks,
word choice.
sometimes they surpass each and every one
of those 26 letters,
because not a single one could form a word
that gives justice to your beauty,
to your character,
to how you make me feel.
your love is turning me redundant,
taking away all originality
since every one of my poems now
is written with you in mind.
i'd be upset, except
the payoff is so much greater.
-a.c.b