You’re my number one
You’re my one and only
Yes, the only one
I want home waiting for me

I can’t tell what’ll happen
If our feelings change
In one way or the other
Id love you just the same

Ill spend my very last dime
For now, its all for you
And if it reaches forever
Well, who knew

I'd fall so deep in love
I can’t get you off my mind
You’re my first priority
Any day, any time

We’re halfway there
We’ve made a mark
It’s been 6 months
You still feel that spark?

Coz it’s been 26 weeks,
Around 182 days,
That’s roughly around 4, 368 hours
And countless number of ways

That you’ve given me happiness
With your every kiss and hug,
It’s like the fourth of July in me
I’ve got a bad case of the love bug

So yes, you make me gay
With you, I’m ecstatic
You already know I’m so uncool
And such a hopeless romantic

So let’s just keep going
I’d like to know you more
I’ll study your very being
And still love you till your very core

So I’m sorry, babe
If I ask for forever
I know it’s all uncertain
But never say never

Happy 6th month
And thank you for teaching me
To stay strong
And wear my heart on my sleeve

You ask me how brave I am
And I responded with certainty,
“I am brave enough to love deeply
And be foolish in the eyes of many
For I only love and hurt alone.”

I am in love with a young man
Whose courage can never be compared
He makes me fearless; shameless even
Making me dive into this love of mine
Without even thinking if it may be reciprocated

I dared to reach a star like him
Though in the sky, he resides
I dared to go beyond this love
Crossing seas to get a glimpse of him
And now I’m finally close to my dear

Again, you ask me how brave I am
And I looked at you with woeful eyes,
“I am brave enough to let you break me
And let you ****** a dagger into my heart
For you don’t see me the way I see you.
But how brave are you really, love?”

I cannot picture a day starting...
Without you still snuggling me in bed.

I cannot imagine an afternoon of grabbing coffee without you.

When I hear of loved ones that have passed,
I cry because losing you would be the end of me.

You are my soul mate, my partner, my best friend.
And I cannot see myself being without you.

You know me inside and out.
So well sometimes that I get mad.
Because I think no body knows me.
But you do.
Better than anyone else.

At times we fight and go to bed mad...
I still tell you I love you before we fall asleep.
Because I do even though we argue.
Nothing will ever change that.

Though our pasts still have sensitive subjects...
And our own depression has caused us pain...

Now we have each other.
And I am more me than I have ever been.
Because you encourage me to be myself.
That...
Being me is beautiful and smart.
Even when I don't think I am.

There are so many more words I could say.
About how much I love you.
A novel's worth or more.
Endless love.

But this is just one.

Tell me what you had for dinner and what you and your mom debated about across the table.
Tell me how every time she cooks alone you wonder what your dad would look like with his hands across her hips
like he used to do when they were in love.
Tell me how you don’t believe in love anymore.
Tell me how everything that is whole can be torn apart.
How you have transformed yourself from a plain block into a Rubix cube emerging from the perpetual change in your life.
How the colours no longer match on any side
no matter how many times you try to turn things around
You don’t know what to believe in
anymore.
Tell me you believe in her.
Tell me how hard it is to stay together and how hard it is to stay apart.
Tell me how you hate sleeping with someone beside you but you hugged her tightly in the middle of the night because even in your dreams you were scared to lose her.
Lately her side of the bed has only had your shadows surrounding it.
They wonder if she’ll be back or if they should change their address to your bed frame and tell the mail man to forward any letters meant for her to an address where the only kisses that wake her up are the ones that nameless men use to thank her for the night before.
The ones
That’s the thing about the calm after the storm, is it happiness or just relief.

unwashed t-shirts
soaked in your intoxicating scent,
litter my bedroom floor.
they ooze memories of you,
and poison the air
with the aroma of forbidden love.
the familiar fragrance
once comforting and warm,
is
slowly
suffocating
me.

You should know,
She has the most amazing brown eyes.
Look into them as often as she will let you.
They look like the surface of another planet.
Swim deep in them.
Climb their mountains.
Explore their caverns.
If you look too long she gets uncomfortable.
I did it anyway.
Frequently.
I’ve read that
You won’t understand brown eyes until you fall in love with someone
Who has them.
I’m living proof that this is true.

Don’t play with her head.
It’s cruel and it will damage her more than you know.
Don’t forget to learn her.
It takes time and patience, and you will never be finished.
Don’t lay a harsh hand on her,
Or I will find you.
Don’t break her heart.
Because if you do, I’m afraid I might be too far away to pick up the pieces.
But most of all:
Show her love.
Show her more than I could.
Show her all that she deserves.

Lastly,
Even though I hate when my brain reminds me
You now sleep on my side of the bed,
I feel the need to thank you
For taking my place.
If she can’t live her best life with me,
I sure as hell hope she gets to do it alongside someone else.