nothing but the wind
escapes this abandoned house;
flowing,       it pushes
all the sunlight out   until
we are alone in darkness

The truth is,
my heart still flutters with
just the sight of you.
The truth is,
every time the words "I love you"
threaten to escape my lips
the lump in my throat grows to
the size of a softball that I can't swallow.
The truth is,
I get a tingly feeling throughout my
whole body every time you surprise me
with the littlest things that I love dearly.
The truth is,
watching your chest rise and fall
with every breath you take
as your legs are intertwined
with mine makes everything worth it.
The truth is,
the sound of your raspy morning voice
whispering "good morning" to me
still gives me chills.
The truth is,
I guess I'm sort of in love with you
but since I could never say any of this
out loud,
this poem is for you.

Looking for
a pull up bar
that I can put on
my bedroom door,

because I am working on
building my
back strength
and overall
sexiness.

Looking for
all the episode
of my favorite shows
that I didn’t know
I hadn’t seen yet,

because I am
super obsessive
and have to know
how the whole thing goes
not just the beginning
and end.

Looking for
Star Trek,
Buffy
The
Vampire
Slayer,
and graphic
novel books,

because
I love to read
about the things
that sustained me
when I was a kid.

Looking for
humanity,
all those
struggling
people
who strive to be
better,

because
I feel like
this club of only us
against all other
human beings
have lost our way
and we need to be
reminded
we are one people
not disparate parts
set in a spark
of constant conflict.