For every molecule in the ever expanding universe,
(For every molecule of you that I wanted to burn like you burned my trust)
For every unit of energy converted,
(For every emotion converted from love lust to blood lust)
For every breath any living thing has ever taken,
(I wanted to cease the incessant sounds of the breaths you didn't deserve.)
For every second I looked at you,
(For every second I wasted on trying to focus my eyes hard enough so that my looks could burn)
Dreamed of you,
(Dreamed of your demise)
Hoped for you,
(Hoped for you to die)
I grew to fully and completely love you.
(I grew to fully and completely hate you)
All so suddenly.
All so suddenly
**I barely even noticed.

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

I love it when I get to be close to you
I don't mind it, just the opposite, actually
you are petite, and cute, and beautiful, and no matter what size you were I'd still love you the same

I love the butterflies I get every time you hold my hand
please don't mind my scars either, or my weird veins that stick out so much for some reason
or my ****** up nails
or the sweat that forms on my hands because of our body heat that's trapped underneath your dad's fuzzy blanket you stole

I love your tinted-teal blonde hair
you could do your hair in any way and you would still be the prettiest thing I saw all day
and I love your fading hair, because it contrasts with my smile that never fades when I'm with you

I am fascinated by you, your eyes, your skin, and your heart
All I wanna say when I'm with you is "*******, you're amazing"
and I will never touch anything you don't want me to, but don't worry about your stomach or legs, all I worry about is your eyes, because they **** me into their hold like the tv shows you love to watch
I have a hypothesis that you have your own gravitational pull despite how small you are

Kissing you is a gift, God I'm really thankful for that
you should know you're great at this, you're making me so happy
maybe if I didn't like kissing your lips so much I would actually care how chapped they may be

God, I really freaking love you.
You have every chance of me loving you back, and I do.
So believe it, beautiful.
I love you with all of my heart.

I desire a love so deep that
even cupid becomes jealous!

like ******* crumbs you're
still on my tongue the
stomach ache I can't
escape

the old haunt I missed
before ever stepping through the
door

the scrape on my knee ghost
of which still stings

and for a while still,

I  may cry at normal
things.