The space between our awkward bones is like the water you let in when it rains; it's not a lot but it's always too much.
Sometimes there are letters between your lips that try to spell out words you've never said out loud. Something about secrets make us feel a little closer. I'm always sure to keep my lips closed when tucked away words try to escape off my tongue; I swallow them instead. Because secrets also scare us away.
The air is different when you're in the room. It's not any warmer or cooler, not really dryer or thicker; just easier to breathe.
Sometimes a song makes me think of you. But then again, most things do and maybe nothing about it has to do with you; itβs merely a justification for the creases of my mind being stuffed with my crumpled up curiosities and lined up polaroids of all of your expressions.
Iβve imagined us old, sitting on a porch together facing an open lake with our favorite authors in hand. Every couple of pages one of us is caught with our gaze on the other, and as soon as we lock eyes we'll blush and grin and look back to the places we left off.
I've imagined it once or twice. Maybe three times. I'd never tell you that.
There's one continent on Earth for each story that you tell, but I swear, I'd go in endless circles around the world just to hear you laugh at each one every time. And I'd smile as if I'd never been there before, betting on the chance that your smile might overstay its welcome.
The way you love is like a book I haven't read yet. There are words written in permanent marker on all the places of me that only you can have; and every word you choose to write is one I've never heard before but now that I know it, no other word could be right.
Sometimes I hold my own hand, Rest my own head on my shoulder, Run my own fingers through my hair, just to imagine what it is you like about them. I'm not yet sure, but I beg them every day not to let you stop.
I don't believe in soulmates and you don't believe in souls. We can love anyone we want to, but if your soul had a color, I think it'd be the color I dream in.