She was never one for dancing, but the way she arched her back
and rocked when we made love, was enough to tell me that she just hadn’t found her song.

He means to say, “I love you,”
but leaves it at “Goodnight,”
because to love involves falling,
and she’s afraid of heights.

He was a man made of silver,
but you were gold
like the sun and moon,
two different kinds of magic, that
seemed to enchant anyone who
dared a glance your way
electrum, you thought,
but you melted hotter
and he lower, and unless properly
contained,
he would run away
it saddens me to see a woman
of your worth treated like
you’re no more than iron,
worthless the second rust
sets in.

I’ve spent what feels like months in a haze.
I can’t seem to shake it, it won’t go away.
I breathe in deep, to try and clear my mind.
Even if it leaves, it comes back every time.

You asked if he was my other half.

I said “no,” and your face lit up like it never had before, and it fell when I said I’m not a half.

I’ve got a lot of bad habits.
I stay up late.
I drink my weight in coffee, daily.
I forget to text you back every now and then,
and when it comes to others, rarely at all do they
get a reply.
I often don’t listen.
I day-dream a lot and find myself in fantasy more than in reality.
I rarely go outside.
But if there is one habit
I have no intention of
breaking, it’s the constant
stream of thoughts that orbit around you.
I refuse to stop loving you and I refuse to stop thinking of you.
On the off chance that I’m not by your side, all my spare time
is devoted to thoughts only of you.
I’d have it no other way.

You’ve got this aura, this soft magic about you that keeps me in orbit.
I couldn’t walk away even if I wanted to.