You're the delicate dandelion I allow to grow from my chest even though your roots constrict my heart.
Because let's face the reality,
Beautiful things will cause us all pain.
And soon, after I place my wish upon you,
The pain will go away.
You'll wither away to be nothing again,
Leaving me with heart pains much more detrimental to my health,
Ones I can't wish away.

if we were car windows, we would be cloudy from hot sighs
if we were blades of grass, we would be covered in dew from cold sweats
if we were peaches, we would be bruised around the edges from sweet lips touch
and if we were stars, we would be bright in the dark from the masochistic grins we shared

Love is the overused, worn-down word that people try to envelop themselves in to send to a happier place.
But I believe in this so called love.
Love is all around. Love knows no such thing as distance. Love is a stamp on your heart that is meant to take you far beyond the places you never thought that you would be able to escape. Once you've gotten to the state of love it is solely grins and giggles. Love acknowledges that you have rips and holes in your packaging, but love is not bothered by it. Love still is infatuated because love sees you as the most beautifully remarkable present to have arrived in life. Love yearns to spend time unwrapping all of the quirks that make you  a whole package. Love accepts you. Love embraces you. Love wants to be the one and only doorstep that you arrive on. Love is not going to confine you into the box that you were once in. Love wants to display you for all to see. Love is proud of you. Love can see that you are invaluable. Love brushes off any dust left by others. Love will whole-heartedly take care of you to keep you in mint condition. Love creates and effect on you. Love causes you to want to be stationary  for the first, single moment in your life, and love wants you to stay. Love pleads to keep you.

the way you smile in my direction
               it makes my heart flutter
                         flutter faster than a hummingbirds wings on a hot summer day
and on that summer day your smile is linking together the broken and weathered bridges to our hearts for the first time in ages.
the way you smile in my direction
               it makes me believe again
                         believe that somethings can be bright in the darkness of a room
and in the darkness of that room your smile showed me all of your secrets and fears, but with me next to you, you were invincible.

Never have I ever even considered loving someone in the way that I have loved you. The way you made me feel; leaves me speechless to this moment. I had no clue that the way a human being looked at someone else could bring the seeds of a dandelion back together just to make sure that every wish could be fulfilled. I had no clue that a look could bring two people closer together on another level, regardless of the yelling silence between them. I had no clue that fingers intertwining just for a second at a time could cause all of the cobwebs once feared to be brushed away. I had no clue fingers coming together could be all the touch needed to feel alive all night.
Never have I ever even kissed you. The way this makes me feel; leaves me speechless to this moment. I had no clue that I could miss something I never had.
*I miss you.

I find the kind of hope in your smile that an insomniac has while searching for the girl of his dreams, the kind of hope that you have to dive into a pool headfirst for just to see if it all still floats. Moreover the kind of hope that I need to breathe in off of you to keep going everyday because you radiate aspiration that I want to get drunk off of.

and I never thought I could fathom
distance
distance is the space between your brain and heart that entraps all of your secrets webbed between
distance
distance is the gaping hole of your mouth when I first told you that I loved you
distance
distance is what rips our hearts to shredded material as they try to reach each other but they simply cannot
and I never thought I would fathom distance
distance is the air time that my tears have before they decide to land explosively on my pillow every night
distance enables the heart to yearn