You, with the soft spoken words
you, with the sunlight in your eyes
you are the beauty from which everything stems
you are the flowers that bloom in warmth
in the rain
in the morning and evening sun
you are happiness felt in the breezes that tussle messy locks
you are the sky when it’s set ablaze
you are the moon in the chill of the night
that rules the tides
that comes and goes
like change is all it knows
you are the sea of stars reflected upon calm waters
you are the slate greys of storm clouds
the ocean’s painting of aqua blues, teals, and the blackest of black
you lie at the depths and rise with the sun
and you overstay your welcome so that the moon becomes your eyes
you are handcrafted grace
the ribbons and lace sewn between seams
the very thing that holds everything together
just. as. it. should be.

i'm in my bed and in my head
i can see you lying so perfectly still,
so perfectly
here.

i'm in my bed and in my head
you're here,
kissing me,
and your lips are soft and warm
and i love how they feel
and i fall for you over
and over
with every kiss
and each sweet and stuttered breath
i love you.

i'm in my bed and in my head
my mind can't stop running and racing
and picturing you,
your smile,
your eyes,
your voice;
my god, how do i survive without you
gracing my lungs with the air i desire?

i'm in my bed and in my head
i'm kissing you
and your eyes are closed
and your head is resting back,
and i'm doing this out of love,
are you?

He looked at me as if I was an open book and he had read it; read my past, my thoughts and the scariest part of them all, my heart.
He was my demise, yet I couldn’t refuse his touch.
So I caved in and let him abolish me.
When I was young I was told that our eyes are the windows to our souls.
I don’t think I fully understood what that meant until I met the one person who ever looked me in the eye.
The only person who saw the real me.
The only person who stole my soul and broke my heart when he looked away.
When you stare at me so intently I can’t say a word.
I remember it like it was yesterday when I used to hate the rain, until you came into my life, and taught me how to look past the drops that fell.
As we embraced the thunder and lightening, as we grew more numb and wet, I realized that new beginnings weren’t so bad after all.
I fell hard for you, and beside you, I remained until the night was over.
Now whenever I see the rainfall I think of you on that night.
I think of you, when you taught me how to survive a storm, by learning how to dance in the rain.
It was that night, when I looked up, when I gazed  into your hazel eyes, as the raindrops fell onto your lashes…
I wanted to dance with you, in the pouring rain, forever.

I’m sick of writing aureate poetry about the sinewy tendons of your hands, the way your eyelashes used to tickle my cheeks. I don’t want my words to blossom for you any longer, but grant me one last creation in your name.
******* for being so infinitely lovely, your face reads like a greek tragedy that I never want to stop translating. The spark in your eyes set me aflame when I thought there was nothing left inside of me but ashes.
You sacrificed your body to shield me from myself when you were still a phantasmic unknown, and I’ll never stop apologizing for it.
I’m sorry for falling through the cracks before we figured out I wasn’t what you wanted.
I’m sorry for always asking, begging you to tell me what was wrong.
But when you’re reminded of all the things you force out of your head, your sparks grow dim. And I know you never want to talk about it, but you’ll have to eventually when you burn that last cigarette.
I’m sorry for not knowing how to tell you how badly I wanted this;
The words fall apart letter by letter as they tumble carelessly from my tongue whenever I try to get them out.
I’m sorry for not being the right person because I know you need that right now, I hope when you find that person, they feel like champagne and warm grass.
I’ll try to help you stand back up when you fall, until then we’ll be all ****** shins and bruised hearts, but I want to be there. I don’t know if your soul has its own gravitational pull or if I’m just a simple *******, but I’ve never once wanted to leave your side.
So yell at me when you’re drunk to let the chaos out, your voice still sounds like a lullaby and I’ll bite my lip until you can breathe again.
I want it all, the elegance, the anxiety, the absolute sorrow of a man.
You’re like the ruins of rome and a natural disaster blurred together into one human form: terrifying, awe-inspiring, and so, so beautiful.
Every inch of you is the most exquisite thing I’ve ever touched, and when I close my eyes at night, I dream I never stopped.
I don’t think I fully know what love is, but I’ve never felt addicted to anything until I met you.

There’s a specific electricity in touching you, it makes me feel alive. You’re like a breath of fresh air.
Your aura is electrifying, when I’m around you I feel self conscious, I wish I looked as perfect to you as you look to me without even trying.
You have all but one flaw; You’re too perfect for me. I’ve come to think that I’ll never have you, I’ve come to realize that it makes me want to love you even more.
With you I’m at my best, with you I feel safe, I wonder if you feel the same, what do you feel?
I want to hear your heart beating, I want your name to roll off my tongue perfectly like lyrics to a favorite track that never gets old.
I want all of these things but I only want them with you.

They asked what I could be if I could be anything,
so I said good enough but you said happy.
And that's the difference between you and I,
Because all I want is to please others and feel like I'm worth their time,
but you only want that false state of euphoria where you don't feel sadness.
And that's why you turned to drugs and I turned to a blade because I punish myself while you punish the world.
But no amount of drugs or razors will change us.

Are you the fire or just another flame?
Are you the wind or the sail?
Are you the blue eyes or the late nights?
Are you the cigarette or the daydream?
Are you the smoke in a straight line or the wind that whisks it away?
Are you my never ending heartache or simply just the one who got away?