I'm completely consumed...
My heart,
My mind,
Everything.
But it's not like before.

My heart's not consumed
By longing and emptiness.
It's consumed by:
The softness of his spirit
His smile
And my love for him.

My mind's not consumed
By poisonous snakes or howling winds.
It's consumed by:
His kind and supportive words,
The silly teasing jokes he makes
And the fact that I don't think
I should have these feelings.

My everything's not consumed
By missing my ex or feeling sorry for myself.
It's consumed by:
The boy who's helping me move on,
Who understands that I'm not ready for a relationship
And comforts me if times get hard.

I'm completely and utterly consumed...
Just so you know Ben,
You're the reason for the movement of this pen.

l.v.s

there's just something about the way
you touch me that feels
different from what i'm used to
there's something about it that
makes me feel special
i don't feel human when
i'm with you
                           l.r.

I will tell you a secret.
I haven’t moved a bit from where you left me
Loving you is the cancer I chose not to treat
So let me tell you why:
I have loved you all along and I will love you until I have strings in my heart that move to the sound of your footsteps
I will love you until my deathbed is an altar of withered feelings and candles tired of watching tears dry up in the ground
I will love you until love is sick of being love, hearing my whimpers, screaming your name like holy verses praying for salvation
And you will die with me
Your life inside me will die with me.

| h.s.

I am told that I
Cannot make homes
Out of
People

That skeletons are
Too fragile
To withstand
Every storm

Yet, I called you in
Late December
And deemed you my
Potential home

I like to believe
These words are what pulled
You back into
My atmosphere

Although it is said
That homes cannot
Be made out of
Beating hearts and irises

I am striving to
Turn your flesh
Into my
Dwelling place

Your eyelashes are
The blades of grass
On the lawn
Out front

Your ribs are
The staircase leading
To rooms waiting
To be filled

I'm turning your
Flesh into
Our living room
Carpet

Your bones are
The walls which
Keep the two of us
Safe

They said it couldn't
That it really
Shouldn't
Be done

But I'm making
Myself at home
In
You