That's the powerful thing about writing, words are immortal.. This exact moment? These feelings? They'll be here forever.

at 2AM when I can't sleep and your warm bare body is next to mine,
I think about writing about you.

As if it's okay,
As if it's normal,
As if it's fair,
That you just act and lash out because your hurting..

It's the way you look at me,
The way your fingers fit in between mine,
The way every kiss still feels like lightning striking,
The way you pull me closer when you wake up out of your sleep at night,
The birth mark on the side of your left eye,
The way you make adjectives and metaphors dance around my mind,
But most of all,
It's the way I spend my nights writing about you because I'm too nervous too tell you all the ways I am in love with you aloud.

Is it ironic that I have so much to say when I am feeling less ?

Don't silence your words
"Words are meant to be felt"  
That's why words wound
Your words wound
Than they pick at the scabs
And scabs bleed..
When I bleed, am I ridding you?

You take everything.