How do you know when you love someone?
Is it watching them kiss another?
When you stand by watching them love
someone else, feeling your heart shatter in
your chest but you stand quiet because the only thing
that matters is their happiness,
When you stand, gazing at the stars
and it reminds you of their smile and the
twinkle in their eyes,
Or is it when the warm fuzzy feeling
you get when you hear their name
or see them gets stronger
than ever before.

As you struggle to sleep next to their naked silhouette
  with the moonlight hitting their skin perfectly
Believing that you could never be an asset in their life,
  only a misprint that does not belong
Will you watch over them as they sleep,
  replaying all the late night conversations you had
All the plans you made to see the world,
  to try new things together
While you lay there will you reminisce
   on all the nights you spent whispering
sweet nothings against them, making them moan your name
Your desire for them petrifies you
The yearning to touch them
Yet you rise and leave
You disappear into the dark world
No words spoken.

Your eyes. I could look in them all day and never get tired or bored. They’ve become my favorite color.
Your smile. Your smile could light up the whole town if that was possible.
Your laugh. Hearing your laugh lets me know that one day everything will be ok. Maybe not today but one day
Your sense of humor. Its a little odd some days but it’s what makes you, you.
Home. You’re my home. You’re where my heart is and has been for awhile.
The way you hold me. I feel safe, like no one can hurt me when you are around.
You make me smile. Without even trying. Smiling is a natural thing with you
Your respect for me. The fact that you’re not like every other guy. You didn’t push me to have *** with you even though i gave you chances. You didn’t want that to put a strain on the relationship.
Your loyalty. I don’t only mean to the relationship, but to your friends.
Your craziness. The fact that you aren’t afraid to be yourself. It’s refreshing
Your kisses. The spontaneous ones. The forehead or nose kisses. The small pecks or the long passionate ones.  
Your hugs. They make me feel like even if it is just in that moment that everything will be okay.
Your patience. With me and my mom.
Your ability to see past my faults. I know i have a lot of them but you seem to not notice to many of them, Or at least if you do you don’t comment on them
How caring you are. That even though we aren’t together you are still willing to be there for me. To listen to my problems.
||You’ll never actually understand how much i appreciate that.||
Your stubbornness. Oh man. even though that can make you a pain in the donkey. It’s something that makes me respect you. You refuse to give up. If a door won’t open you don’t give up you keep trying.
You understand. You understand me. More than you think you do. More than most people do.
You’re there when i need someone. That night at the movie’s if you hadn’t had been so patient I would have more than likely gone into a panic attack,but of course my Superman swooped down and saved the day

I wasn’t planning on falling in love with you, but I’m glad I did

When we touch
it’s like you lit a fire just under my skin
When we talk
my heart flutters and jumps about never for a moment staying still
When our eyes meet
I could swear that it becomes only me and you in this world  at that moment

You seem perfect. Like you have no problems
Your eyes. Hair. Smile
But i know you. I know how much your problems affect you.

I know that those bags under
your beautiful blue eyes aren’t because
you’re “tired” but the fact that your parents were fighting
over how much your father drinks.

I know you’re hair is a mess
not because you’re trying to be cool but
you didn’t have time to fix it while trying
to get your siblings ready.

I know the smile you put on in the mornings
isn’t your real one, you’re real one
would light up this town
but you put on a facade because you don’t want
to be seen as weak, you don’t want others pity

My home isn't a building
with windows and walls
My home has a
heart beat and a beautiful smile
With eyes that have become my favorite color

Her skin reminded him of an old porcelain cup
Smooth but tattered
She like the cup had reminders of what they had been through
What they had survived
And like the cup with all its flaws……

She was beautiful

I am like a mirror
It takes a strong force
to shatter me but
once I’m broken I
can never be fixed

I am like a rose
Beautiful but protected
so none can bring hurt to me

I am like the stars
only in complete darkness
can you see who i really am

I am me
someone who you
can never define
because i am
my own