I've forgotten how to write a poem that isn't about the way your hands feel on my waist, or the shiver I get just thinking about you breathing and whispering into my ear until your words turned into my dreams, or the way I think I hear "forever" beneath all your sentences. My god, you have torn out everything I used to have inside me and kissed it until all the missing pieces started to grow back, sewed the gashes that spelled "UNWORTHY" on my heart. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever had the opportunity to call mine.