I never take my own advice.
I say to love with your whole heart but I only love with half of mine.

There is something in the way you look at me.
In your smile.
It's faint and broken,
but I know it's there.
Your eyes squint in concentration and curiosity
as you try to put the pieces of my puzzle back together.
I know some won't fit
and others are lost
because I have been beaten down and split apart.
My heart is scattered in pieces
and I honestly don't know where you would start.

The cold trembles at my lips and I can feel shivers run down my dimpled skin.
My breathe forms in front of me as if it were its own entity.
The leaves crumple beneath my feet and I grin at the sound.
Your hand is weak in mine,
But I know you'll never let go.
I can feel your eyes trace me as I continue on in my own world.
The eloquence of your every step is lost in the protruding sound of mine.
I laugh and giggle as you watch and observe with the faintest of smiles.
The light from scattered lamp posts illuminate our silent conversation,
And I am lost in everything you are.

Snow hits my face and you brush it away unconsciously.
We stop and look up at the stars between the delicately placed clouds.
Your hand tightens around mine and I can feel you take in everything around us.
We count the lights in the blackened sky knowing that we could never possibly finish.
But we know we have a lifetime,
So we try.