i will never feel your hand on the small of my back,
or hear you breathing softly in an afternoon nap.
i will never hold your hand while you drive me home,
or kiss you goodbye as the moon begins to show.
i will miss out on your achievements and victories,
someone else will wipe your tears when you scrape your knees.
i will never get to watch you play guitar in person,
or snuggle and watch LORD OF THE RINGS: THE EXTENDED VERSION!
i will be absent at your birthday parties, decline your invitations,
but please understand i loved you without any hesitation.

on the bus,
anticipating my journey.
i see strangers around me and i want to know;
What is Your story?

at my stop i wait to cross the street.
cars whirr past me frantic for speed.
they have a destination,
a place to be.

It would be easier to step out whenever I please.

Little things I love about you; the way you say "don't go".
Or when your eyes settle on me like a fresh blanket of snow.
That goofy grin I adore that swallows most of your face,
is the same pair of lips that I wish my kisses traced.
The way you hold a conversation is how you hold a bird;
steady, calm, and careful.
I cling to every word.
I was never given a title,
I stopped keeping score.
But for the record, let it show
that I was always yours.

It's hard to watch something deteriorate in front of you. You spend so long building it up, creating this beautiful thing. A structure put together with so much love and tenacity. You put everything you have into it. And for some reason, great or small, your magnificent creation breaks. Sometimes it's instantaneous and all at once. Everything collapses without a warning. Or maybe, it was never that sturdy to begin with. It's possible you overlooked the foundation on which you started to build. You might have taken what was there for granted. And when you're left alone, standing surrounded by debris, you might feel a little lost. But do not forget that even if it's all in pieces, those fragments once made a whole. And who is to say that they can't be put back together?

Missing somebody i haven’t met yet.
It’s like, having a persistant shiver. And I’m so cold. No matter how many things I wrap around me, nothing could compare to what it would feel like to be held by you. To be, well. Kept warm.

Rising and falling,
your chest creating ripples across the bed.
Sunlight cascades down your face and leaks onto your limbs.
I am lost in a world of you.
The gentle thudding of your heartbeat,
keeping in time with mine.
A barely audible exhale escapes from your parted lips,
that which I hold the privilege to kiss.
It's simple.
My favorite memory,
kept snugly between you and the sheets.

a work of fiction left to the shelves,
i would read us every day.
i would memorize the chapters,
i would cherish every page.
if we were truly just a story,
i could never set us down.
i would respect our safety,
just like other proper nouns.
if we were truly just a story,
i could even make believe,
that you and i,
we are alive,
and this, reality.