You are not a torn up love letter.
You are just too good for words.

There are some things that can't be boxed
or labelled, actions and feelings so exquisite
that no language could do it justice.

But then you say it.
And I swear its a melody
and I would gladly be wrong
if this is the reward.

I think its unfair that people can only love
so much. They can love and love and love
but their hands turn to smoke
when they try to reach
too far, into the intangible mess of another's soul.

I know most people don't understand
how you can love so terribly like it's a war.

But I do.

And I will be the smoke that kisses your skin
after each battle.
We are all just moments
among the living, but you
are the breath of life
I fight for
even in my dreams.