you’re the swimming pool i want to sit at the bottom of forever watching the tiled sunlight letting the water drown the world to a muffled bubble as peace descends like it can’t above the surface
you’re the shooting star i knew was nothing more than an astronomical anomaly assigned superstitious significance and yet i let my foolish wishes loose out the hatch of a blinking midnight airplane and impossibly every one came true
you’re the patch of sunlight on a mahogany floor and i wish that i could lay in your warmth forever
you’re every birthday candle i’ve ever blown out every aspirational dream i never deserved to see realized
you’re proof that love is real and warm alive and breathing proof there is good left in the world and we all can find it proof that angels still roam to keep me safe
you’re the feeling in my throat when i remember you’re the best thing that ever happened to me and when i say i love you i don’t mean i want to kiss you in the rain (although i do)
i mean i want to keep you by my side forever let our skin grow papery and fade like crumpled ten dollar bills worn with fold marks around our eyes from laughing together and our thoughts twist and vine their way around each other so you can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins until all the parts of you that are kinder and gentler than i shed like dandelion seeds and float into the meadows of my subconscious
the feeling in my throat turns into a traffic jam when i desperately hope for the thousandth time that you know that’s what i mean when i say i love you
that i could struggle for hours and write thousands of words trying to explain myself but you’re the one feeling so huge and immense i just can’t find a metaphor
i’ve often wondered if i love you too much but i never want to love you any less
you are my sun my moon and my entire solar system the milky way turns upside down and pours out in a wash of meteors when i start counting the constellations in your eyes
i hope i never stop feeling the flutter of a million microscopic feathers in my stomach beating in time to the sound of your footsteps
but if the butterflies ever fly away we’ll both be okay
because there’s no place for even the tiniest glimmer of fake crystal anxiety in the arms of the only one who has ever really felt like home
and if home is where the heart is than i’ve hung curtains in your ribcage covered us both in a layer of fresh paint placed my pillow on your chest where i sleep at night
i’ve spun castles in the air and now we’re building a house from the ground up
you’re my present and my future and i want to keep you as close as my freckles and as loved as my tattoos
i dread the day the universe takes you away from me but until that day i will live as if nothing can separate us