All I've ever been trying to do
Is selflessly love you.

But I've come to realize,
It's hard to continue to love someone,
When you don't know if they love you back.

When we parted
I didn't realize
How long that would be
And what it meant
When we didn't even say "goodbye"
Was it because we didn't want to?
I know I didn't.
Eight entire months
Nothing.
So I show up where I knew you'd be
And you didn't hesitate
Smiles, a hug, light, joking conversation.
And it all "came flooding back" -
As cliche as that is.
But it's true.
So now that I'm here still,
And you're not,
We're back to that silence.
So excuse me for being confused
And conflicted,
I should have made it clear
That I really want this.
I just need to know if
You do too.

I want
To be with you
So often
And so long
That we run out of things to talk about.
And that's okay
Because then everything has been said.  
Because even just being with you will be
Enough.
Let's climb on the roof
To watch the sunrise
And lay in the grass tonight
To see the stars.
Let's stay in  
And eat macaroni
Because we're never too old for that.
Let's just be us.
And just us, together,
Will be the best thing,
Forever.

Here I am
In the dark, black of my bedroom
And I blink
Over
And over
To flush the tears from my eyes
And remind myself to focus and see
All that isn't in front of me

It's easier to notice
Your flaws
When others point them out.
So why on earth
Would you be
One of those people
To yourself?

m.p.

I want to know your
Darkest moments
Happiest memories
Most favorite food
And color and season.
They may seem insignificant.
But I promise they're not.
I want to know your
Most buried secret
Wildest daydreams
Who you think about before you fall asleep
And what you want in life.
My interest in these things
About you
Isn't exactly for my gain.
The reason I want to know your
Fears, dreams, childhood, and desires,
Is because
I want to tell you mine.

Sunburned skin
Tired eyes
Makeup wipes removing smears from a long day,
Revealing pores and freckles
That represent
Too much time in the sun
And not enough skin care.
And that's okay,
Because underneath all that makeup
Is proof of an exciting childhood,
Happy summers,
Golden rays on golden days,
Full of life.
Full of fun.
Full of memories.