i long for you and the hurricane we could bring to a room what am i supposed to say when you look me in the eyes and tell me that i don’t have to worry? how am i expected to not tell you that i love you? do you really expect me to believe that you don’t already know?
pick me apart i want to be your romance your reason your funny story in forty years and i’d love the way you’d tell it
my poetry is written in vain i don’t know how to ask you if you want to read it i just know that i want you to read it
i’m so glad you’re the stranger i pursued what would i do i’d sink the ship without you
i’d like to put you to music
i always wish someone would ask me if i love you oh i do i do i do flooded with wishes when your head is next to mine too much of me rests upon you while my body can’t rest upon you at all
i’m more excited to know you’re happy than i am when i feel happy myself you give me so much room to breathe in conversation you listen and i feel listened to
i am invaded by unexpected bursts of love my chest caves in when i imagine you taking my hand i had a dream in which you reached for me and it was so powerful that i woke up
i lose my needs within my wants you are both
am i expected to watch her learn you and love you while i just lose you? yes i suppose i am
my heart is made of cotton i wear it in my sleeve please notice what you mean to me i said you weren’t my type but i know you understand misdirection i’d even settle for a three-piece a dress a jacket and a rope let me tie myself to you i miss you and it’s been moments
are we not snake eyes? roll again for doubles? are we not doubles?
i don’t pray but i prayed for a couple hand-me-down love songs that i could sing to you carbon copies of hallmark cards you were already assigned to an angel but would that angel give you her wings? i’m just a little devil with no wings to give but i’d give you my shot at redemption
i don’t think you understand i really don’t think you understand i am in love with you. i am so in love with you. and i know it’s not that simple but it really really is.
jcl. i love you so much that it hurts when i think about it. it’s more than i’ve ever felt for anyone. you’re my best friend. thank you for ruining the view of anybody who ever came before you.