My obsession is singular
By my love is plural.

1
Inward: humor, wit, intelligence, kindness, patience, affection.

2
Outward: teeth, lips, finger tips, eyes, hair, tummy.

You are every kind of perfection.
Even in the flaws you claim to have.
All my adoration
Especially when you're feeling sad.

Casual brush of friction wrought felsh
Causing metallic sparks of the rusty kind.*

Red cups.
Shuffling feet.
Dry tear ducts.
Unnecessary screaming.

It's only midnight.
It's only one.
It's only four.
The party's not done.

Take a shot.
Take a bow.
Keep your thoughts inside
Let the ***** out.
Not in the street.
How much did you drink?
What the **** is all over your shirt?

Go home.
Rest up.
Let's do this again real soon.

Baby your eyes are my demise
And I'm enjoying the road to decay.

****** martyrs
Tipsy tastes
Lavender coated lashes
And wordless betrayals.

We love each other differently
But that's not a bad thing.

We stay up late
Reaffirming our affections.
We go to sleep
And dream of a future where we aren't sectioned off by the sea in between.

This night and all those that follow
I'll grow to love you more and more.

Be careful with words.
Don't toss them around.
You may not realize how heavy they are,
And heavy things hit hard.

Handle me gently.
Mull it over in your mind
Until you find the words that match your intentions.
Say them quietly
So only I can hear.
Don't speak harshly.
Don't leave me hanging.
Don't blend into the background.
A word spoken is a word meant
So say what you mean
Because I meant what I said
And I'll say it again.
I love you times one million.
All my bad decisions were worth it
If my one right decision was you.