I never really fall for people who have dark hair
but somehow you rock it.
There's something in the back of your brown eyes
that makes sense even knowing you for 6 seconds only,
but feeling like I could know you for a lifetime
and it would easy.

You brushed your thumb against your cheekbone,
as if you were wiping away an invisible tear
and I could tell your touch was angel gentle,
would melt my bones if my skin was under your own,
which I imagined in my dreams at night to be there.
I wanted your shadow to brush up against mine,
danced in the light's framework together
as if two half pairs found their whole,
while our bodies kept a distance only touched
by fingertips in their secret reaching.

The hardest thing to make a woman feel is beautiful
when she believes she isn't.
I've destroyed a good chunk of my own happiness,
because I chose the wrong things or I believed the wrong voices,
but sitting here on your couch with your tan hands in my blonde hair,
coiling the ends around your knuckles and tugging
just to pull me in closer-
I never felt something like that.

I was steady and so were you and we shared
in- I think it's called trust? - together.
I never lie and neither do you.
But not because we're just good people,
and not because you're god like
(actually we're both far from it we've proven)
but because we don't have to.

I've never laughed the way you make me do.
I can't breathe sometimes and it's not like
the way literature describes or the way a guitarist writes
in the perfect, sentimental, slow song.
I literally cannot breathe because you
are stunning.

I've been driven down a lot of bad roads
by people I let make me feel inferior and allowed
to push me around because I didn't put faith into my own
self-sufficient standing.
But here I am and I haven't faltered nor shaken nor cried.
I'm still.

I don't usually fall for people who are good for me,
but somehow you changed that.