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Two words,
that don't mean much.

Put them together and you
gain a little more meaning.

These words,
nor any other i could write,
would ever be able to describe
that which i feel for you.

You make me happy,
and adding a title to our happiness
makes it all the more sweeter,
and i could not tell you why.

But i don't need to,
because i can feel it,
and i try my best to make you feel it
and ******* it, i think i do.
as i stand, naked, before a full length mirror
i look at myself in confusion
and i desperately search for why
in every crease and line
throughout every dimple and bone
in between the spider veins and stretch marks
pale skin and scars
this isn't beauty

as i lay, naked, in the warmth of your arms
i look at you with sincerity
and i calmly understand why
in every crease and line
throughout every dimple and bone
in between your blonde hair and blue eyes
pale skin and scars
this is beauty
the difference is in how you make me feel
pink hearts and red flowers are easily handled
movie tickets and sun exposure
in the name of seeing one another
for a little bit longer

dinner dates and meeting my mother
holding each other for hour upon hour
under the impression that things
might be okay

and my ribcage is disappearing
underneath layers and layers of good intention
and i can feel the masks withering and cracking
and i am scared
you're sitting alone on the subway
you look nice in those glasses
(i've always had a thing for glasses)
and the best look of intensity upon your face
like you're solving the world's mysteries
by staring at the scribbles of ink
upon that page

you're reading jane eyre
i never cared for the novel myself
but the watching you read it
makes me wish
that it were my favorite book
in the whole wide world

so i could sit by you
and note enthusiastically your
reading of it

so we could discuss for hours on in
the themes allusions metaphors similes
the underlying plots and concepts
that we've picked up from
our tenth time reading it
(but we'll read it again,
just in case we missed something)

so we could fall madly, hopelessly
in love with one another
and find new books to read
and new things to discuss
at three in the morning
when not even the insomniacs
can keep their eyes open any longer
but we're wide awake
lost in inky bliss
and the warmth of my gaze upon yours

what?
oh, hello there.
i like your glasses.
what are you reading?
You transfix me quite, young child.
And though I find myself drowning in the pit of fire that fabricates your gaze
there isn’t a moment I do not wish I could die in it.
..And let my demise be brought closer and closer to me;
as my skin burns ever so slowly.. until my body is completely engulfed in the fire of your passion.

I love you Jane Eyre.
**** me.
It's a laser light show!
Fit for all ages!
Just don't look too hard at people's faces,
you'll see how strung out they are.
Pick your poison, smack, speed or stress,
we got it all.

Bring your daughter!
Bring your grandma!
Just don't look down the back alleys,
you'll see kids shooting dope,
and mother's selling their bodies.

Inbreds!
Racists!
We got them all,
come and see them before the city locks them up.
But wait!
For a limited time only,
get a free half gram of baking powder with any order of ******* (you must purchase at least one gram for the offer to apply).
You fell in love with me.

I just hope you jumped.
Not slipped.
What I would give
To wake up next to you
Bodies tangled vines
Legs wrapping around backbone
Skin stained from the previous night's hunger
From eager lips
What I would give
To have you run fingers down my xylophone ribs
Every morning
Play me into routine
Sing each note that leaves my lips
Each breathless hello
Each half whispered stay
Each please don't go
What I would give
To know the exact shape of your palms
Have them folded into memory
Making home in the dimples of my back
In the curve of my spine
Not allowing for goodbye
Reading only welcome
What I would give
To run hands through your hair
Through the saltwater aftermath
Through sand dusted in from the wind
From a day spent in beach sun
What I would give
To bury myself in the vacant parts of you
And never leave
What I would give
To fall asleep next to your mumbling
Next to your 3am curiosity
With your breath against my ear
And toes weaved together like the silk from our bedsheets
What I would give
Is not enough to shrink the space between us
Is not enough to turn distance into nonexistence
But boy,
What I would give
To have you next to me

I would give everything from the arch of my soles
To my abundance of freckles
To be with you

In order to be with you
I would give
All of me.
His personality,
Geeky yet refined.
His knowledge incredible,
Even his love.

When you meet a guy,
Your heart screams try.
Mine did..
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