"I love you" is what i said. But as soon as those words escaped my lips i wanted to eat them again. I wanted to re-consume that broken whisper of a sentence and never let it out again.

I know i matter most

I want you
to be
the only
one
I’ll
ever
fall in love with.
The only one
to know
my
latitudes
and longitudes.
To memorize
my degrees
and geographies.
To
bask near
my
equator.
To
mark
courses
and
journeys
across
my skin
like ships
with sails
made of
your hopes – my love – our dreams.
I want you to
be my North star.
My guiding
force
to see me
safely to
your shores.
I want you
to never
let go.
Like the moon
as the
sun rises
in the
East.
I want
to be
your
Compass Rose.
To be there
when
you loose
direction.
To be
your
anchor.
Your
starting point.
To be something
beautiful
when
the world
has gone
dark and ugly.
Because
you are
all
that
matters.
You are my
Earth.
My map of my world.
The sun I revolve around.
My moon and the stars my fingers trace in the night sky.
The one I love.
And will always love.

Hello.
I'll not bother with the trivialities.
I'll forgo the lingering, longing stares
nix the stuttered words and long-departed trains of thought
skip the goofy, giddy smiles and tangential conversations
and I'll never utter the words,
"I think you're truly beautiful"
because you are,
and because you are
you've heard it all before.

Hello love
I'm sure you're sleeping
But I have to remind you
How much I love you

You were on my mind this morning
When the sun broke through he curtains
And hit my face
And it was pleasant because
The warmth of it's glow
Reminded me of how it feels
To wake up next to you
And I was happy

I walked outside to smoke today,
And I thought about how much you'd enjoy
This sunrise if you were with me
And how we'd have a thousand pointless conversations
About our dreams and where we want to go
But the only roads I want to travel
Are the ones that lead back to you
My dear.
Because other roads aren't worth traveling
Unless we go together.

When I'm alone I think about you
And how nice it'd be if you were here
Even for just a moment
So I could kiss you
And tell you how black my world is
Without your light
You're a candle in the darkness
The flame in my chest cavity
When those three words leave your mouth
They dance from my ears,
Run their fingers down my neck,
And hold my heart gently
Hell, you could rip it out for all I care
As long as it was our hand that
Pulled it from my chest
It'd still beat for you
Long after I've left this world
And all that's left is a headstone and a memory

I love you.
You are love.
For me the words been redefined
If I look at it in the dictionary,
All that lies there
Is a picture of you
Because words can't describe
How beautiful you are
To me

When you wake up, I want you to smile
Because you deserve too
I don't know what I ever did
To deserve someone like you
But I'm thanking my God today
For bringing me the love of my life
In such a wonderful, simplistic way

But for now, I'll pluck out a song
Upon my own heart strings
And sing for you
Even though I'm off key
I hope the sounds remind you
That you're the rhythm in my soul

I am forgetting
the taste
of her lips,
her pleasant contours,
the way she held me
giving her all,
it's been
far too long
& it's slowly
killing me,
if she
only knew.

He was the perfect height for her.
Tall enough that her head fell
Right tight under his sculpted chin
But not so tall that he was called "giant".

She was the perfect shape for him.
Not so skinny that he worried
About breaking her bones with a hug,
But curvy in all the places
That made him say a throaty "whoa".

She was a bookworm who loved TV.
He was a chef who loved Mac and Cheese.
They both adored animals,
Though he might have loved reptiles just a little too much.
And they both hated politics,
Though she might have set fire
To one too many campaign signs.

They argued about music, money, and kids.
They debated the merits of dancing in the rain.
They held hands in the moonlight,
And kissed at midday.
They grew old together and never strayed
Too far from the home they had built.

Then one day his chin wasn't high enough
For her head to fit snuggly below.
Her dresses, though comely,
No longer made him say "whoa".

But they still held hands and kissed
And remembered the days of their youth
When they were still learning
What being perfect for each other meant.

It wasn't until the night her heart gave out,
That she realized how he was perfect for her.
It wasn't his charm and dashing good looks,
Or his witty retorts and clever touchés,
But the simple fact
That through all of the years,
He loved her,
And that made him perfect for her.

It wasn't until she took her last breath,
That he understood how perfect she'd been.
She was perfect not because of her curves,
Her smile, her laugh, or her intelligence.
She was perfect for him because she loved him.

They'd been perfect in each other's eyes
Because love is blind.
And sometimes that's not a bad thing.