It's amazing how one person can touch your heart and you're never quite the same. Sometimes I feel as though I've painted this beautiful picture of you that I can only see; and that's fine because love needs faith. I have faith. I have enough faith for the both of us.

I wrote your name in the sand hoping the ocean wouldn't wash it away.
Waves crashing upon my inscription, you slowly drift; the horizon taking you by the minute.
Poetically pouring every once of my love into you while wrestling through those bedsheets just wasn't enough..
Allowing myself to become one with you, my body was not the only thing bare; for my soul was just as undone and I loved every minute of it.
From the seconds spent kissing you, the minutes spent inside of you, hours spent beside you, and days I'd ride for you,
**** was my heart for you; nothing to hide.
Falling for you daily was my only demise; one I wouldn't trade for anything..
and as tragically as your goodbye kiss felt upon my lips, I would reluve that day over and over.
Desires of waking up to your face still haunt me ; to wake up to my true love's smile is a treasure one cannot imagine; treasure I thought was in my hand only to find out it was fool's gold.
Holding your heart as I thought you held mine, for nights I grow anxious of true love in its entirety.
The warmth, the passion, I can't rid myself of these qualities you possess.
Silently suppressing tears as we pass by each other like strangers, my sadness turns into rage.
For I gave you love, selflessly and courageously, just for you to toss it all away.
..and if you asked me, I would do it all over again at the drop of a hat, just to feel for a second that love exchanged.
My mind shivers when you are around from being torn down; I just hope one day you would build me back up
Whether I see the day or not, I will forever dream about it.

2 am is the hardest
when your mind is racing
your heart is hurting
and
your fingertips are longing
for one more
touch,
grab,
feel,
hold.
so you convince yourself
that your hands are his
and you try to make yourself
feel how he
made you feel
but somehow, you
keep coming up short

The quality our love is no longer HD
It feels as if my bare soul has been exposed to the world. Humanity is quietly laughing at me; taunting me because I failed to see what the world was blatantly trying to show me, but babe you started a fire in my heart and you didn't even have the courtesy to leave an extinguisher and now I fall asleep in a bed of ashes.
Our love is November. You can see our beautiful leaves start to fall off the trees as they slowly lose their colour.

My heart was a secret garden and the walls surrounding it were very high.
Reluctantly, I allowed you to knock every wall down..
and with grace, I breathed in every promise you made and believed with great certainty that this time would be my last time.
To love you was no challenge, but loving you from this new found distance is a feeling much too common.
For your kiss feels like home; and my darling, I am homesick.

I Just Wanted
To Kiss Your
Flaws
Until They Turned
Into Butterflies

Dizzy and uncontrolled, I open my eyes to see the smoke crowding the air.
For, my body has just become a safe haven for your hands.
Temptation has won tonight.
Moonlight is dancing upon our bare bodies and I am immersed in pure satisfaction.
Our lips have synced with the circadian rhythm we possess and the fire has started to erupt.
As the flames get more and more intense, so does the love we pretend to have for each other.
It continues to grow until we convince ourselves it’s real.
The bedsheets serve as our common ground for our broken hearts to rest on.
As we are climbing and pretending; pretending and climbing,
The fire is getting hotter, the love is getting cloudier, and our bodies are getting heavier against on another’s.
Faint whispers of phrases we dare not say otherwise fill the room.
Finally, the fire is extinguished and we are left to lay with nothing but reality.
Clutching each other for protection from yet another fire, we doze off hoping to wake up in love with each other.

If these walls could talk,
they'd tell you how
my hand fits perfectly in yours
or
how i succumb to you
exploring my body until
i can't take it
anymore.
They'd tell you a story
filled with secrets that entail
the whispers between
the sheets intertwined in our
fingertips,
while we are lip-locked
into a fantasy world of our
own.
They'd tell you how every time,
we enter into another galaxy and
that a piece of my soul falls
into you every time
and that this is a battle I
will lose time after time;
**happily

Part I:
Sometimes I think
Your fingertips are
Engraved into
my skin
Because
even when weeks
Go by
and your touch
is absent
I still seem to
Live through euphoric
Memories of what it
Feels like when you
Kiss clouds into
My soul

Part II:
And on those nights
You creep into
My head,
you tend to leave
traces of your scent,
Your touch,
And your mouth
Which result in
Mornings after that
Are too often unbearable
To wake up to.

I'm chasing your memory in my dreams only to discover I overslept.
Fantasies far from fake kisses
Causing cardiac arrest as I'm reluctantly reaching for a sense of reality that has simply wandered away willfully.
Desperately dreaming of days spent running to no end.
What a life..
Inconceivable love flowing from my fingertips only because I would rather show you how much I love you than speak it a million,
Times I spent beautifully shaming myself for the restless nights praying for your call creating nocturnal patterns all for a taste of your kiss,
Me one more time so I can prove this theory in my head is more than a theory; that it is true.
Lifelessly lusting your love throughout the night causing me to delightfully dance in your arms, only to wake up to find your love has evaporated.

I don't quite know you,
But somehow
You have managed to
Awaken a sunrise
In my heart
&
I am gloriously
Basking in these
Rays you seem to
Infinitely produce

I am in a really serene place in my life right now. I have decided that I need to write everyday because the only way to get better at something is keep practicing, reading and expanding. I want so much. I want it all. It's cliché to want the "bad" guy to change for you, but I want that. I believe in him; he just doesn't believe in himself, which is sad, but it's life. It is amazing how unconditional love works. I didn't stop loving him when didn't reciprocate it, I loved him harder. I am past wanting the relationship to work, I just want peace between us. I want hope. I want the love to never die.