I am slowly (but surely)
   stumbling
      crashing
         falling
            for you...

I have seen sunsets
lovelier than you,
and you are not as
powerful as the ocean;
and cheesecake tastes sweeter
than your lips,
your hair does not quite
outshine the sun,
and a light breeze in May
is gentler
than your gentle hands.
I love the sound of your voice,
but there are symphonies
lovelier,
and the words of Neruda
are more well-versed
than any that you've spoken;
and yet,
your inadequacy leaves me
enchanted
like nothing in this world,
and I wouldn't live
or die
for sunsets and rhymes
but I'd live and die for you;
there is nothing
in this world
that I'd compare you to, and
some things are more beautiful,
but they don't mean as much.

when my heart is
empty,
you fill me like
battery.

I've added 'getting over you'
to my long list
of inevitable failures
and of all the things
I couldn't do
(like play basketball
or drive a car),
my inability
to not-love you
still haunts me
when I've forgiven
all
the rest.

earlier in the night you said to me, "it's as if our bodies fit together perfectly... i can't understand it"

now
as i melt perfectly into your embrace
my body pressed and formed perfectly into yours
you say
sounding as if you feel refreshed or relieved or maybe just utterly content
"ah, a perfect mold"
and then chuckle quietly

you close your eyes as a look of the most complete and pure happiness
covers your soft and loving face and contains your entire body
and my entire body
and the lovely combination of both of our bodies
fitting together so perfectly

i hate sounding cliché
but i don't know how else to go about saying you complete me

you complete me, darling
you complete me

Sometimes I wish your
Heart stopped every time
I touched you and that
The only way for you to
Restart was to fold
Your eyelashes around mine
Like origami birds
Fluttering in the wind
And softly dig your fingernails
Into my waist like a shovel
Much overdue for the aching earth
Because then I could at least
Pretend that I am the
Only thing in this world
You need to stay unfrozen.

i beg for drunk texts like they're diamonds
knowing drunk words
are more valuable than sober
and that later
i'll be high enough to pretend
you sent me them spontaneously
and believe that i'm the one who's truly
on your mind
when it can't even function.

i can't believe i wasted
poetry
on you.