You are as classic and unpredictable as the colors of the sky.

We move in a way that isn't new to the world.
People have heard of it, but hardly get to experience this type of way.

You love me in words, yes, but the way you love isn't like a typed out essay. It is not stagnant. It is not
Contained.
Our love is on the move, it flows
Through the wind that sends your words to my ears
Over and over through the warmth of your lips on mine...
Through the spray of the ocean, I am there with you
As you are there with me under the sky's exchange between the sun and the moon.

This, what we have, isn't new to the world.

But we have it.

I loved you even before the words were said.

You are more than a few words to me,
You are art in every form.

You are the thought process during a masterpiece,
not an idea but a vision.
A vision made real through the push and pull
of what-everyone-wants-to-see
and something else completely.

There are rights and there were
so many wrongs,
but no matter what there is beauty.

I just want to go everywhere. One place at a time.

Not be everywhere all at once.

I love you.
I love the way the morning air feels inside my lungs and how cool the breeze is.
Morning air smells like a new start.

I love you.
I love the way water tastes after a long day on the beach. It's like drinking life after the sun demanded to hold whatever you could offer him without keeling over.

I love you.
I love the way the sky makes me feel. It reminds me that I am beautiful and something amazing. How blessed am I to witness something so vast and grand as the sky?!
I want to be everything the sky is.
But I cannot.

I can love you.
So I will and I will keep loving you.
I won't close any window in your life to try and perserve a sense of morning air.
Because the sun will only rise higher in your life, and I will have to choose to either be your water or to demand more from you than you are able to give.
And even if you stop loving me, I will show you a love as vast and as grand
as the sky.

I love you.
"I love you."

She promised she would stay,
But she left me alone with him.
I pleaded with my eyes,
"Don't go."

I don't know why she thought she was doing something good, but she giggled a "be good you two," with a wink.

I wanted to die in that moment.
It was almost as if I knew what was going to happen.
It was already over between he and I.
I had already established that I didn't want anything to do with him.
But he wanted to "talk" because he needed "closure" or some ****.

"Could you come in the backseat, please?"
Even though his words spilled out like syrup, I knew nothing that would come next would be close to sweet.
I did what I was told.
Stupid me. Why was I so afraid of him being mad at me?!

I closed my eyes as he pressed his wet mouth onto mine.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to punch him.
My clothes end up on the floor even though I fought to keep them on.
I gave up.
I lay there on my side, facing the car seat I should've stayed in.

I asked him to stop.
I asked him to put his pants back on.
I told him to stop as I scrambled for my clothes,

He shouted: "****!"
He slammed the door closed as I ran away and he punched something.

Tears ran down my face as I passed her.
"How'd it go?" She asked in a sing-song voice.
God, I wanted to hit her so hard.
I wish I told her to go **** herself.

Because she said she was gonna stay with me. I was stupid to believe her this time...
But she promised.