Waking up
to the sound of your breathing,
that's when I realized
it was no longer you and I.

It was us.

My strength
is stronger
than this pain
is painful.

One day,
I woke up and felt
an elusive growth
inside of me.

Something is growing wings,
wanting to fly with joy.

Nauseous,
I wrapped my arms around my own body,
for I am still scared
of heights.

I remember the first time I saw him.
His radiance stole the breath from my lungs,
as if I was outside the atmosphere.
I got lost exploring the galaxies of his eyes,
and I got pulled into his pupils
like a pair of black holes.

His smile revealed a cluster of bright stars.
I wanted to explore his body,
as if he was the surface of Mars.
His laughter caused a supernova in my heart,
the strength of his gravity could tear me apart.
We danced and orbited each other all night,
then we went home to learn about the Big Bang.

I am a writer,
a poet.
I bring words to life
with just the tip of my fingers.
I can create stories
that will make you feel
emotions you didn’t even know
you had.
Emotions so vast,
so deep,
you can’t even name them.
I can send you into a state
of blissful ecstasy,
or sorrowful remorse.
If you will only listen
to what I have to say,
I can make you feel again.

And in a garden of thorns,
you are the only rose I see.