my love for you could move mountains and no i dont literally think it could move mountains but it would be pretty **** close. its like you have me under a spell and im not exactly complaining because it gives me a sense of belonging and it makes me feel like i have a purpose: loving you. the only thing that has me worried is that more often than not the things i think are only in my head and dont exist outside of it so im always going to be looking for reassurance that this is real and not just my mind playing a trick on me. i would move mountains to see your smile because recently its become my favorite sight to see and no i wouldnt literally move mountains but id be pretty **** close. i dont know what to do with all these feelings i have and usually i dont do anything but i dont think i should let a feeling this strong go to waste. there are always mountains that need moving and i want to be the one to move them.

day3
they say lighting never strikes the same place twice but i can feel it jolt through my bones every **** time you smile at me, the pain will never feel duller but im too strong to walk away from my only source of happiness which is you i hope you know.

day 12
im in love with you and i know im young and maybe i shouldnt admit it so readily but if i had to choose between the sun and your eyes, then i guess we would have to spend the rest of our eternity together in darkness.

day 20
you tore my world apart and offered me your own, you showed me im only as precious as the world says is am and right now im standing on a flooding bridge with an entire storm raging around my neck and that storm is these strong feelings i have for you but you tell me its ok to breathe as long as i dont speak.
and then you tell me you love me

day 27
i had bruises on my body from where i was punished to feel like i was nothing. but i also had bruises from when you wrote love letters on my skin and i cant tell which are which anymore but i love yours because the bruises you made are from love. im starting to feel like hell so often i think im turning into it. but you tell me you are here now and everything is going to be ok and that you love me. and nothing is my fault and you still love me.
you love me.

i dont know much but if theres one
thing i know its that the feeling i
get when im with you is something
i cant put into words no matter how hard i try
but i will try
i just hope you know that your hands around
my waist was a better antidepressant
than any doctor could prescribe
and even though the world is so big
all my thoughts are about you
theyre always about you

the first time we kissed you initiated it
you were nervous (i think)
and i.. i wanted you.
so badly
to hold your hand
to feel your heart beat
to touch your lips with mine
i hadnt kissed anyone in over 6 months
i lost count; a blur of lips
and tastes,
and people who never even mattered even then in a fruitless attempt
to find a pair that rivaled yours
about a month ago, you reappeared
the second time we kissed (after about 2 yrs) i initiated it
and. it. was. wonderful.
in the morning you asked if you could kiss me again anytime soon
if it was alright
what i said was yes
but what i meant was
in the second kiss i realized yours are the only lips i could ever want for the rest of forever

ive met love three times

the first time i met love,
i was in 8th grade
and i was 13 years old
and love used to stare at me from across the quad and
try and find me after school to attempt to kiss me goodbye
"until tomorrow, my dear"
i didnt know how i felt towards love at the time
and i was 13 years old and didnt know what to do
with the budding feelings i was growing
so i tried to push love away at first
but he wasnt going anywhere
love cared for me
and love made of my heart a home
a year and 1 month goes by and
i stepped on my love's heart
it was the dumbest thing i could have ever done
it was all my fault my first love left




2 days ago my love returned
ive been so hopeful something might happen
maybe tonight we will meet in that coffee shop [see below]

you know love is a strong word
things are so very strange lately
those nights where you are the only one awake
and you pick up a pen and paper and start to write
and your only source of light is the lamp over there
remember when it used to be a candle?
your bed used to be there but youve disappeared
im not quite sure where youve gone
but that note you left me that morning
all you said was
"im leaving. i love you. goodbye"
thats it..
you said nothing else
the paper was a little bit crumpled and the bed sheets were neatly folded at the end side of the bed
god i miss you
i dont even know if youre still alive but i love you
i know i shouldnt be saying that
you taught me never to use the word lightly
i was sure i loved you though
and maybe you had a little doubt in your mind
and thats why things were so strange
we met at the wrong time my dear
maybe one day, hopefully one day
years from now we will meet in a coffee shop
in a far away city somewhere and
we could give it another shot
-m.b.