Tell me, where do I begin?
I guess I'll start by saying that to me you are a 10
Simply divine, I'm blessed that you are mine,
I swear that when I kiss you I feel like I'm on cloud 9.
There's no debate, call it destiny or fate.
You would not believe the amount of butterflies I 8.
My pretty angel, when you smile, heaven sings.
For you, I'll gladly commit, all 7 deadly sins.
I wanna build my life with you, you could take your pick,
Till infinity or beyond? Between five kids or 6?
Around you, I seem to lower my defenses
I take my time and make use of all 5 of my senses.
Everything feels so perfect to me, now more than ever.
Do the math, add me plus you, that equals love 4ever.
You and me, and a baby, a family of 3,
2 parts of a whole, you're the other half of me.
So my dear, to make it clear, you're second place to none
It's plain to see, so obviously, to me, you are the 1.

the coffee was cold.
a day old.
i heated it.
poured it.
fought through it.

put on a b-film.
something about crap
films made our lives
feel more fulfilling.

we laughed.
exposed every flaw.
we held hands.
snuck
loving glances.

i have to wake up in three
hours, but all i can think
is life is luck,
even for the dumbest of us,
when you tell your
eyes to open up.

i still think about you
every ******* day.
feet flat on the tile floor
eyes locked with myself in the mirror
foamy lips and the bristles of my tooth brush
methodically scraping memories of you,
residue of our relationship,
white plaque off white teeth
like it makes a ******* difference.
i grind the back ones down
each night
in an attempt to forget you, i think.
hopefully one day i'll wake up
just gums.
but now, as i gargle
i can see the face you would make
as i rubbed the head of my ****
against the inside of your belly button
trying to get it
to come out the other side
and sometimes i would
press on your belly
to see if i was close to breaking through
and your eyes would disappear
and you would open your mouth
s  o      w  i  d  e
i could see you still had your tonsils
and i would go to kiss that
gasping mouth of yours
and you'd act like
i wasn't there
at all.
so i spit that ghost into the sink
and watch it linger there before
it has a chance to spill down
the pipes clogged with your hair
and i think..
...i'm gonna go ahead
and take down all the mirrors
in this apartment..
...as i blink at my reflection.

as opportunity knocked,
we danced to the beat,
never opening the door,
for fear the dance would
come to a terrible halt.