I'd like to think,
That,
From the moment I met you,
I fell inlove with you.

But reality is,
I didn't.

I fell in love with you,
When we couldn't stop texting.

I fell in love with you,
When we spoke for hours on the phone.

I fell in love with you,
When the sight of you
made my heart jump and my palms sweat,
Like it does this very day.

I fell in love with you,
When I started acting all cool and awkward
so I wouldn't make a fool of myself
In front of you.

I fell in love with you,
When you laughed at my jokes
and smiled at me.

I fell in love with you,
When you listened to me complaint
about everything under the sun.

I fell in love with you,
When you put your hand on my shoulder
and told me it would be okey.

I fell in love with you,
As we said goodbye for the first time.

I fell in love with you,
When you rejoiced everytime I came home.

I fell in love with you,
As we fell asleep in movies.

I fell in love with you,
Through the times you loved others.

I fell in love with you,
On the day you told me
you loved me.

I fell in love with you,
As "I Do's" rolled away from our tongues
and we shared out first kiss.

I fell in love with you,
Holding our babies
watching them grow up.

I fell in love with you,
As you hold my hand,
And breathe your last.

So I guess,
It suffices to say,
I fell in love with you,
When I first met you,
And we smiled at each other.

Here, I'll write you a letter,
all sweet and cliché,
folded in an envelope
and sealed with a kiss.

I'll tell you all about my self
and ask, with interest, of yours;
each thought and idea illustrated
with my doodles and notes.

I'll speak of fields with grasses green
and sparkling stars up high
that we could lay in and marvel at
if we were to fall in love.

I'll write down my daydreams
of a small apartment with you -
one pet, two kids,
you and I, aging together.

I'll put in a love poem,
with unique combinations
of twenty-six letters and more
to promise my eternity to you.

But at the end of the letter,
maybe you'll come to see
that I signed no name
nor written an address.

So there, that is the end
to our short love affair;
we'll leave it to one letter
to keep the perfection forever.

The daydream I created for us
in that one paper, front and back,
will remain our tiny little secret
and our perfect little world.

we are a love letter;
our initials watermarked,
on top of the page,
in permanent markers.
your laughs embedded,
on to my jagged lines.

      we are a love letter;
      forever, you are mine.
      inked memories stay here.
      bits and pieces of everything,
      accidental splotches of that,
      morning tea.
      your cologne wafting on to,
      my papery-naked skin.

            we are a love letter;
            strings tugging within.
            our fingerprints resting,
            on every angle,
            tracing constant patterns,
            drawing battles we endured.
            slipped in a crimson envelope,
            taste of the glue that binds us,
            coating our DNA together,
            in wax seals forever.

                                   we will always be a love letter.

I found a love letter the other day
And it had so many pages
That I wished it were for me
But I was faced with the reality that it wasn't
So I stumbled upon the letter that had no to
No from
Just words confessing love
To an unknown man or woman
Who seemed to have either dropped it or forgot about it
I found a love letter on the ground
And I read it
Wondering what it could say
And felt my heart skip 5 beats
Because whoever wrote this
Meant it from the bottom of his or her heart
The words used in this letter create an atmosphere
No human could ever achieve
Yet did for the attention of a significant other
Who decided it wasn't important enough to hold onto
I looked at this letter
Trying to grasp a meaning
Failing to conceive the vleeding
Heart that aches
Because this isn't with the one it's meant for
But rather in the hands of one
Unworthy of reading even one word
That was drafted in pencil
Written in red ink
Whited out
And rewritten in black
This letter closes the gap that most
Literature teachers try to understand
And comprehend
And it lies in my hands
.....
I stumbled upon a love letter the other day
It was a thing of beauty
That must find its way
Back to its owner

you are scared of recovery, of course you are
your mind tells you that if you get better
the people that feed you attention will leave
don't let that stunt you

at the end of the day, all you have is yourself
nobody else, just you. That seems scary now, doesn't it?
because right now, you are part of a battle between your mind
your heart, your soul, and your wellbeing

take the fear, and the strength you use to battle yourself
use it to battle the demons that crawl through the cracks in your puzzled head
take that burning self-loathing, take it and use it to pull yourself out
away from the black holes in your mind. Your mind, an unsolved puzzle, fix it

the burn marks and the rotting teeth and the scratches on your arm
the protuding ribs and the bruised limbs and the tearful eyes
they do not define you, they are not what makes you the person you are
they will never define you unless you allow them to, and you won't

the fire in your heart that has kept you here until now, and the fight you just can't give up
for the moments you find yourself lost in a daydream of the times ahead when you have esccaped
let those carry you onwards, let the everlasting fires burn brighter than before, and fight
fight harder than you ever have, because this battle will be hard but it can be won

If you had been a musician, it would be impossible for me to tear my heart away from yours
However you still managed to play my heart strings,
You innocent fingers unintentionally plucking, prodding, pulling my heart in so that it could never be separated again

They say that heartbreak is when a part of your heart is broken, however
I think that when people are in love, the heart melds completely with that of the other person.

I am him and he is me.

When we lose them, our hearts are torn apart
leaving them raw,
gasping for the other half
Pumping
Pumping harder and faster
Pumping
Like my brain when I can't sleep pouring out the memories of you
Pumping
like a faucet running clear and pure then becoming ***** so no one will drink it's filthy waters
Pumping
Like the fiery engine on a train heaving burning embers, whistling, whisking it's passengers far away from home
Pumping
Like the thick blood throbbing through my thin veins, every time I think of those eyes
Pumping
Like the ghost of the beat in your chest next to my ear drums beating,
beating
as I fall asleep

My blood is pumping out of my body with no second heart to hold it, my love pumping out of me, wasted and forgotten

Pumping from an infinite pool of love for you that will continue rushing
     If only, you would care to accept it
    If only you could be mine and I could be yours and we would hold each other under the stars and see their lights in our eyes, the universe above, around, and in us, filling our entire beings
    If only you would hold me.
Your lips on mine my hands in your hair your hands on my waist forever entwining
like two vines

Growing

The longer they grow, the more entangled they become, the harder it is to tell where one starts and one begins

I have forgotten where I end and you begin.

But you are gone, your vines have slithered through my soul, disappearing
leaving empty tunnels
creating crevices until one day it will finally
collapse

But for now, your invisible vines remain, and I convince myself I am whole

Drive through the forest, oblivious to the perfection that's closed around us. Sit near the river as the winds crash alongside the water brushing the shallow tide to waves crashing against the bay again and again, coming back stronger each time. We'll wait for the sunset in your beaten down mustang, and in that moment I'll fall in love with you.