Love the one that makes you happy every day.
Love the one who you can always be yourself with.
Love the one who loves all of your perfect imperfections.
Love the one you trust with your life.
Love the one who makes you feel like a better person, and special and fun.
Love the one who makes you feel alive again.
Love the one who thinks you're most beautiful with messy hair, no make up and having a smile on your face.
Love who is patient and kind, and listens to all of your silly rants with just a loving  smile.
Love the one who always wants to give you kisses.

It's hard to find a best friend, in world of relationships.
If you find someone like that, don't let them go.
Love like that is special.

Love the one that makes you happy every day.
Love the one who you can always be yourself with.
Love the one who loves all of your perfect imperfections.
Love the one you trust with your life.
Love the one who makes you feel like a better person, and special and fun.
Love the one who makes you feel alive again.
Love the one who thinks you're most beautiful with messy hair, no make up and having a smile on your face.
Love who is patient and kind, and listens to all of your silly rants with just a loving  smile.
Love the one who always wants to give you kisses.

It's hard to find a best friend, in world of relationships.
If you find someone like that, don't let them go.
Love like that is special.

There is a difference
between making love
and having ***
we did both.

And I must confess
never have I felt
so in peace
as laying together
fully undressed.

There was no you
there was no me
all there was
was us.

Your touch
through my skin
and that small grin
on your face
as you whispered

I love you

Pressed your head in mine
looked you in the eye
and said

* I love you too *

Then you
and I
became one.

Now all is left
are the memories
of your touch
bringing me
to my knees

Your breath
caught in my mouth
and your taste
printed in my skin.

Now I sleep alone
and roll side to side
looking for,you
and wonder

If you're missing me
the way
I'm missing you

The truth is.
I'm not even sure
if I love you
or just long for you.

If what I'm feeling.
is called
love
or pain.

Honestly,
when I think of you
my stomach
doesn't feel
a thousand butterflies
but
a thousand knives
piercing
into my soul.

I'm not sure
if I'm afraid of letting you go
because I love you more than anything.
or just because I don't know how to live
with all this pain.

Can you feel it? How your blood vibrates through your veins?
that little push in your neck, that seems to never go away
Do you hear it? The deafening silence that lives inside your head?
how things shift into another in front of your eyes.
Can you see it? The weight of the choices you've made?
falling in front of you piece by piece.

As I knock the door for an unmarked door, waiting,
hoping,
for a reason unknown,
for a purpose.

Maybe I'm just afraid of accepting how wrong I am.
And how much I've messed up everything.
But,
loving you?
I'm not sure if it was
my biggest mistake
or my greatest deal.

Your silhouette fades in the blur of the people surrounding me.
But maybe you were never there.

Not at all.

I remember the first time
I whispered your name
like it was already mine
like it was my life.

your touch, so gentle in my skin
and your hand, laying in my chin.

your smile
your eyes
brightening my heart.

always yours
always mine.