I wish I could be him on his worst days
Because at least on his worst days,
he has her.

I am completely and utterly depressed.
My life seems to be in shambles.
I feel as if I am living in a shadow;
covered in darkness.
Yet the stars are still shining so beautifully.
Why is the world around me bursting forth with color?
Does it not know what sadness is?
Does it even care?

..And then I rolled over
I was forced to take in her beauty piece by piece
for if I tried to soak it up all at once I would have surely missed something

I first noticed how her forehead was free of any kind of wrinkle
Mom once told me that wrinkles on the head meant one of two things:
The person is either stressed  it’s from smiling too much
I wonder why she doesn’t have any.

I then watched as her eyelids began to roll back
unleashing the beauty behind them
Blue eyes or yet maybe green;
they seem to change every time I looked at them.
her eyes began to enslave me.
I was locked in a gaze with a window to her soul.
She then closed her eyes shut again as if closing them had a meaning.
I would have to stay here to be a able to look deeper.

Then I ran my eyes down to her cheeks.
Her freckles looked as if they were painted in a deliberate pattern
like constellations in the sky
They way they were peppered across her olive skin
made me almost dizzy from trying to trace the dots.

Finally my eyes found her smile.
I quickly realized that smiling was almost natural for her.
Not only natural it was as contagious as a wild fire
I noticed that I myself had started smiling.

I then looked back up and met her gaze.
Again I was locked into her eyes
wondering how much more she had to show me
if this was just a fragment of what was to come
I didn't know how long I could go before I would have to marry her.

You can’t let go because you're afraid of what life is like without her.
What would it be like to not wake up to her.
If you're being honest you don’t want to know.
You'd rather spend everyday saddened by the problems between you two
Rather than living a life apart from her.
That is what love is.

I realized something:
our greatest fears will come true
only if we let them.

Heartbreak isn't how the movies show it:
At least in a movie
there is a happy ending.

She speaks with a heavenly accent;
breathing words of life into my ear.

I always told her,
"Go make history,
Before you become his story."

That last kiss
showed me how much I should have appreciated
All the others before it.

Love isn’s hard.
Love becomes hard when it isn’t allowed to be spread.
Love becomes hard when it doesn’t get to rest.
Love becomes hard when it has to be held to a specific standard.
Love becomes hard when it is left to itself.
From my experience love is easy.
It spreads peace throughout my hectic life.
It tells me rest when I put too much work on myself.
It allows me to share my opinions when society tells me to accept others’.
It lays with me when I feel all alone in the midst of this fast paced life.
Yes, my love is easy. My love is mine.

While I was grasping every word from her lips
he was in the background
giving her a false meaning through her hips.

It was just small talk;
meaningless words traded while walking home.
That moment opened my eyes to you.
those meaningless words held all the meaning to me.

You look so beautiful in the light of the fireflies around us.
You aren't speaking but yet I can hear everything you want to say.
The only noise to be heard is the crickets trying to join us closer with their music.
As we draw closer I realize it.
Here, on this moon lit bridge, the most beautiful girl in the world is giving me a chance.
Will I take it?

She has ruined me.
I will never love again.
no one can match her.

Bathing in the sun,
counting the clouds as they pass
the girl of my dreams.

Peacefully she sleeps,
smiling through her sweet dream
the girl of my dreams.

When I see Jesus
I see a man in color
Wearing clothes of grace