I am loving him until I am
Dust Dust Dust

There is a young girl to the right of me.
She is around seven.
There is an older lady to the left.
She is around 60.
I am in between.
I have already been the younger but I will soon become the older.
But right now I am young and I am me. It was just a real eye opener I guess.

And each time I looked into his eyes I knew I was home because there was no way I could leave once I settled in.
He held me with his arms, his body as warm as the sun that warms our earth, his heartbeat like a perfect pain killer to all my worries.
I once thought could this get any better and then he kissed me and my soul ached for his whole being.

His hands caressed me like it was my first time,
And I wish it had been because I know now that it should have felt like this and nothing else.
He left marks on my skin, the good kind, and I absorbed all his love and his green eyes,
the way they looked upon me like I was the only thing keeping him on the ground.

because not everyone is nice or plays the game right,
guard your heart and keep out of sight.

My heart will be nothing more than an exploding mechanism
each time my eyes lift to meet yours
My hands will be nothing more than cold palms
like a winter ocean washing upon the shore
My lips will be nothing more than the bridge between our minds
but my thoughts will always hold on to you, for the rest of time.

You may not have been birthed in the soil,
and granted,
you will not blossom
when spring melts winters wake
but inside of you
grows a thousand gardens
full of exploding stars.
You are of the earth
and your ashes
have been constructed with stardust,
and set free with the wind.
So you may not have a pretty face,
and your body may hold stories
of too many moonless nights alone.
But if you reach inside,
you will find a forest
for a ribcage
and a restless ocean heart.
So don't ever let anyone tell you
you are nothing.
You are a galaxy
holding a million different planets,
and my dear,
that is not nothing.