Your mind is filled with beautiful things and I can listen to you for hours. Even your silence is comfortable. We somehow, in such a short time, just got each other.

My favorite moments with you is when my lips is settled on your collarbone, I close my eyes to the sound of your breath on my neck, and your heart beating against my chest.

I am intoxicated by your presence, it feels as if I'm swimming in the deep waters of you and I am unable to touch the bottom. It is equally frightening and exhilarating.

This whirlwind I feel is not butterflies in my stomach but rather a tornado erupting through my body; with every look, and kiss, and touch.

I must admit, the thought has crossed my mind; to simply melt into your arms and stay there, then I realise, it has only been twelve days.

It simply feels as if, we have always been.

Sweet as summertime love
Treasures are red berries
Ravishing my heart and soul
Always stunningly perfect
With sunshine and dreams
Berry delicious, my darling,
Enjoy in sunlight, when
Reading poetic verses,
Read with millions of stars
In moonlight escapades
Enveloping all our senses
Succulent strawberries

sunlight brings these blessed moments
and i'd think twice before sleeping if these
cherry blossoms held me the way
i wish you would

Home is no longer home
if safe isn't what it is.
A child deserves nothing
but happiness.
Trading legos for bombs
and sticks for knives.

Does Eros smile down on us when he see's our interaction?
Does Cupid notch an arrow when he see's we're in pain?
And Venus, does she boast when a couple marry?
Are there Gods looking down on us controlling our love?

I don't know how to be healthy anymore
and it is starting to scare me.

Except I don't really mean that it scares me,
only that I know it should
and it is slightly unsettling to realize
I don't feel anything about it at all.

So when I say it scares me,
I mean;

I am exhausted.

I mean, I spent 45 minutes staring out the window at nothing instead of writing.

I mean, I set up all of my paints
just so that I can sit here
with blue fingerprints on my thighs
breathing in paint thinner and linseed oil.

I mean, I physically cannot pick up the paintbrush.

I mean, the only thing I ate today was zucchini.

I mean, I don't know how to say any of this.

I mean, I want to talk to you,
always
constantly
but I can't open my mouth.

I mean I am disappearing
and I have no idea how to stop.