I love when it’s cold.

I enjoy seeing your breath in the air.

It helps confirm that you are real,

and not someone I’ve concocted.

Dark eyes,

dark hair.

A tenderness,

a shyness.

A perfect recipe,

for the enjoyment of a young girl.

I'll paint my lips red,
so that every kiss leaves a trace on your face,
and all the girls will know that you are mine.

I know I may be young
but I want it all with you.
I want a house by the sea.
I want a family and a person to wake up to
every morning,
when the sun rises.
I know I may be young,
but one day my face will droop
and my bones will ache.
I know that want that with you.

I want to see what's inside.
Even if it's ugly.
Don't you dare,
don't you dare hide
any part of you from me.
I don't care if my heart breaks,
into thousands of pieces.
I don't care if my mind aches
my fingertips want to trace the creases
that have found their way into your angry brow.
I will get inside.
I just don't know when.
Or how.
So what if my tears spill onto the floor.
I don't want just rainbows and sunsets
I want more.
Don't ever be afraid to show me where it hurts.
I want to make it go away.
I need to brighten every shade of gray.
I want to see the darkest side of you.
I bet I would love that part too.

More than every reaching hand.
More than every grain of sand,
that covers every beach,
and every single bit of land.

More than all the stars at night.
More than every buildings height.
More than every single
kite, that has ever taken flight.

More than every single book,
every picture ever took,
and all the hats and all the coats
that hang on every little hook.

More than every blooming tree.
More than every stinging bee,
and all the little fish,
that make their way across the sea.

Is how much I love you

There is no way I am coming back from this technicolor dream.

With my eyes shut,

my mouth still forms a smile.

My lips reach out into the empty dark,

hoping to find yours there waiting for mine,

This dream,

where I have found myself swimming in deep waters,

drifting with miles above me,

and miles below.

I’m falling.

I know you’ll catch me when I wake.

I’ll never let go.

Not even if there is an ocean,

coming between us.