counted all my mistakes and there's only one
standing out from the list of the things I've done.

i want to go out Christmas eve
have diner just you and me
then come back home and make love on the couch
next to the tree
all the lights off except the ones on the tree
end up falling asleep
waking up to sun beams shining across our faces
you stay laying while i grab something to drink
loving each other for the whole day
kissing each other on the cheeks

Her mind is like a universe.
She's a soul,
but still a human first.
To be whole,
she must grow from birth.
Till her last day,
she's here to learn.
Here to earn,
and not return.
The bad, she's had.
The goods in turn.
Her heart could burn,
and shouldn't work.
I’ll spark the flame,
it couldn’t hurt.
The stars don't fall,
they shoot at earth.
I'm the future of what’s new to her.
Beauty oozes from her humor,
but she’s a rebel just like Lucifer.
She’s the Devil, level nuclear.
Her presence, omnipresent.

*Represented by a ruler fueling
love* like it’s a weapon.

a house is not a home until
it has been kissed in
a single secret has been kept inside of it
a dreamcatcher hangs in a room
the porch furniture is creative
the couch feels and looks worn down
it smells like it has been returned to from the wilderness
it has been written in
a dog has lived in it
someone has slept naked there
a large group of people has stayed awake far too late
to wake up far too groggy
and most important of all, someone has fallen in love
in between the walls and themselves.

I burn you down
I will, I can, and I have
I get lost in a frenzy of fire and musk
tied taut between two sleeping masts
sailing ever forward as I slip
arms spread wide,
hoarsely proclaiming a message of my pain,
crucified, on board the navigation to a burnt bridge
for there will always have been a struggle
that, though it contains many words,
must remain silent,
and though I say I will burn you down,
my flames will only consume my own soul.

I am constantly in love with you.
Doubting our love would be like
convincing everyone that has ever lived
that the Earth is Flat, when you can
clearly see the sea meet the sky.
I constantly can hear you.
Your heartbeat is the music to my soul.
If I could record it, I would.
I need your beating heart to keep mine
in the same state as well.
I constantly think about you.
I think about everything around me.
My mind is always taking in new information
And throwing out what is unnecessary.
But, ever since you have come along...
I can't get my mind off of you.
From the way you speak,
The way you think about me,
The way you love music,
And the way your body curves,
And the small bumps and crevices
On your skin... I just can't stop thinking
About YOU.

And oh how I love you.
6 months is simply not enough, but
I sure have been blessed with the 6
Best months of my life.

Dear God, my daily prayer includes
The most beautiful young woman that you
Have blessed me to be with.
I would like to pray for more days... Wait...
Hopefully the rest of my years with her.
I simply cannot seem to think of any other way
To spend the rest of my days: Loving you and loving her.

It would seem the only way to live.
The best way to live.

I love you my sweet girl.
Happy six months, my darling.

Im sorry if I'm too forward.
i do not only want your body,
i want your heart and your soul.
i want your mind and the way it
thinks so feverishly about details.
i want the heart that speaks
through your tongue.
i love the articulate words you choose
to speak, they keep my head
in the dictionary constantly.
and i want your soul,
you belong in the 1960's
but instead you're here with me.
and that, my dear, makes everything
about this worth while.

trust me, its a bit ****.
the way my hand falls gracefully to your bottom
and how you do not flinch away.
its not even a thought anymore...
its just natural.

you are a beautiful, natural thing, my dear.
every single part of us feels right.
and thats why i haven't run
away yet.

the smile you give me
leaves me hanging
on the whim that is us
and i cannot let go
because you and i
are a beautiful
thing.

We’re on the cusp of adulthood and it hurts to think it all through
I feel like I just buzzed down a long narrow highway for an eternity of lifetimes in a rusty old car that I can’t figure out my feelings for.
And now I’m standing at the edge of a rocky canyon, looking down.
And holy s* I'm scared.

People keep telling me I’m a bird
But sometimes I doubt if I actually managed to grow all the feathers that are required
And oh god.
The feathers in my pillows are always whispering what-ifs about that cliff
And it makes it hard to sleep
What if… when my time here on the edge runs out… I’m not ready?
What if I can’t handle that steep free fall?

I keep getting taller
And sometimes I feel emotionally superior to other people my age.
...Until I get here.
And I’m clasped by the cold grip of fear I never imagined I'd feel.

I thought I'd run off that cliff.
I thought I'd scream through a wide open, teeth framed smile
..and jump.
But there’s so much I don’t think I understand just yet.

Theres doubt in my chest.
There’s fear in the ***** of my shoulders.
I'm constantly feeling the elephant-sized weight
Of all the decisions that could go wrong
Of all the things I can and can't control.
And sometimes I really question how much I can or should trust.

Myself. That is.