I have spent the larger part of a long while
and the better half of my existence
combing through the catacombs of
the constant catastrophe that you left
in your wake of words so elegantly strung together that they made me question life and whether
or not I believed in things such as love at first sight
I would love to say that I do
because at any passing glance you
could see that we shared the type of love that bloomed from the guarantee of friendship and pinky
promises
The kind of love that warranted earth shattering arguments and an armada of tongue twisting
and spit swapping
We blossomed from the belief rooted deep
inside of us that forever was a promise worth keeping and no amount of clock reading
could determine the time we had left with eachother
So we spent our time picking out movies we knew we'd never see the endings to
sitting by the fireplace at midnight despite
the fact that it was the middle of June
People don't understand why when I'm asked
where home is I point to your chest and at any request could recite the residents that previously resided
in every secret part of your aching heart
We collided so suddenly and with such force
that all of my darkness combined with your light
and I learned that the sight of your smile could suffice as a temporary remedy of depression
And you make me feel like an exception
to the rule that love at first sight
doesn't exist
because I was blinded when I met you
I first saw you with my lips