i don’t write poetry about you because that’s what you already are

walking lines and rhyming phrases
messy ink spotting my pages
covering my pages
effortlessly the words run from your lips

and drip

and drip

i just watch and witness the letters caress the air as they escape your mouth

and i have no doubt
you are my poetry
you are my words

my eyelashes flicker upwards to see you already staring into me
our blue eyes pooling together
communicating solely through dilated pupils
no waves are crashing together because
our waters have never been kept
                               separate

but we stir
and stir

until our tsunami waves throw themselves at skyscrapers and they come

crumbling







down

There aren’t words in the English language that will allow me to properly express the way I feel adequatley enough.
But I will try
I’ll try everyday to peice together verbs and adjectives
I’ll try to love you the way you love me
Given so carelessly
Expressed so freely
Shown so effortlessly
Until now I’ve grown to be so begrudgingly content with empty promises and half hearted maybes that I never knew I could be loved like this. I never knew I deserved to be loved like this.
I’ve never had the love I could give be so welcomed and desired before.
I’ve never been able to express my love and feel so safe doing so before.
I’ve never been able to show my love so abundantly before.
So I’m learning

Now without you here the spaces between my fingers seem to last miles. My knuckles white against peach stand out like landmarkers pointing to places we made. My sholders became landfills, my spine an empty highway, my freckles forgotten lighthouse's without you. You took the noise and the bustle of the town we made.