You chase after me as I run towards the light.
You're panting, worrying where my rushing body is headed.
You catch up to me and pause abruptly.
Your jaw drops in awe, gaping at the sight before you.
You see myself, in a white dress, skipping through the field of sunflowers and daisies.
You walk over to me, grasping my hand and smiling at me.
I look at you with a grin and point to a particular daisy on the ground.

"I love that one." I say quietly.

"So pick it up." You respond.

I shake my head quickly.

"Why not?" You ask.

"Because when you love something, let it be. For love is a feeling, not a possession."

"Oh." You reply.

"That's why I've never kissed you. Just because I love you doesn't mean that I need to have you." I shrugged.

Your eyes widen in shock, never having never heard me say those words before.

"But I need to have you," you whisper, gently tilting my head up to reach yours kissing my lips ever so softly and gently.

I pondered, as time chose to saver the moment and slowed to a halt to allow life to begin, 'All those who perished out of her life before baring witness to her blooming should count themselves cursed that they should have lived at all…'' A moment of incoherence was followed by an increasingly beating heart, and with it, life…or had it ever beat before…there was no way to tell as was there no way of knowing if my thoughts were my own, for if she has cast an evil spell on me…such was the only believable explanation, for everything I had ever known was somehow shut away and I found that the only possible thing to do, indeed the purpose of life itself, was to be with her…her power is not evil, but it is overbearing. 'What was the probability that a man should cast gaze upon her and realize that his search was at long last over?!… Oh!, should the sun ever die and I lose the gift of her face, I should trace her body to the finest point…but her soul would never allow for darkness as it shines….It is surely not the confines of my dreams that as she closes her eyes to sleep, she lights the room…as she has illuminated my pitiful existence that may not be so pitiful after all…
~when I first saw you my love

and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played life's game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading it's own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love

In class the teacher asked
To write a list of our bad habits
Your name showed up in my list
Twice

By that time
I knew I would fall in love
With anything that would remind me
Of how it felt to be alive

I was taught that roses can grow anywhere
And that I had to be careful
Whose heart I choose to grow them
My bad

They told me I deserved better
But the ones I deserved
Were chasing girls
They didn’t

I learned the hard way
That life is much like a party
You arrive at your fullest
And get out like ****

Falling in love reminds me of being drunk
Not matter how bad the hangover is
You would still drink again
Because the feeling it gives you
Is indescribable



I know I’m getting older
Because my childhood dream
Of being invisible
Has turned into a nightmare

The edges of my soul
Are sharper now
I’ve got some demons inside
Don’t get too close darling

Fire raises like a work of art
In front of me
And it keeps me from seeing
It’s burning my life to ashes

You could have stopped all of this
But you ran away
Like a poem
With feet
Arms
And a heartbeat

lately its been raining off and on very suddenly. I wish you would come to me as often os the rain

I would take all of you in with all of me in every way I could muster. and when I was drained of every existing measure with which to take you in, I would press on until you were embedded in my skin. my scars were replaced with your kisses and the blades with your fingertips.

Love is complex and very simple. It has many depths and levels that one could call themselves in love at. And, passion is not the same as love. Passion is an intense emotion that produces actions that are selfless and at the peak of our emotional capability. Passion can make you act irrationally and cause you to lose yourself in a world with tunnel vision directed at a lover where all you can see and all that matters is her. You asked me if I've ever been in love before and I said yes. well, I'm passionately in love with you. thats it.