Jun 2014
I see a storm raging in your eyes,
With your black hole pupils at the center,
The way you push back your hair,
In that manically awkward motion,
Along with your longing to touch,
But impulsive fear to be touched,
All but assures me that my glances have not lied,
That every stolen look at you speaks truth,
The truth that I feared to accept,
But can no longer neglect,
Darling,
You are golden,
Radiating with an intensity,
That only suns should possess,
Taking staccato steps,
To hide yourself when you don't feel best,
And though you're blind to your perfection,
I see it in your,
3 AM voicemails full of I'm sorry's,
Sorry for possibly waking me,
And/or existing,
I see it in the way you,
Semi – Stutter your stunning name,
Which stifles me upon the saying,
I see it in the way your shoulders loosen,
A downward *****,
In defeat of being seemingly,
Socially accepted,
But darling,
You are golden,
With the way you,
Reflect the god of the sky,
With your deep brown eyes,
With the way you,
Take the femininity,
Out of singing in the shower,
With the way you make,
Self-loathing,
So unbearably sorrowful to watch,
But with a humbleness,
That is so,
Appealing its often wished of to be edible,
With a laugh,
That when fully unleashed,
Is so loudly addicting,
It should be considered carcinogenic,
Darling,
You are golden,
With every shallow breath you take,
After a night of red ringed eyes,
And a pounding headache,
With every grenade of a mistake,
That you've thrown in your future's way,
With every negative comment about yourself,
That no matter how many times I negate,
You will always believe,
Darling,
You are golden to me,
So I will rest here,
Awaiting the day,
That you accept the truth,
Behind my persistent compliments,
Awaiting the day,
That you don't feel,
Afraid of expressing anything other than being okay,
Because I am with you whether you're soaring or sinking,
Awaiting the day you,
Understand that I love you,
From your perfection,
Not from my pity,
Awaiting the day you realize,
That you are my definition of,
Forever,
And though I may not be golden,
I'll always stay.
With your black hole pupils at the center,
The way you push back your hair,
In that manically awkward motion,
Along with your longing to touch,
But impulsive fear to be touched,
All but assures me that my glances have not lied,
That every stolen look at you speaks truth,
The truth that I feared to accept,
But can no longer neglect,
Darling,
You are golden,
Radiating with an intensity,
That only suns should possess,
Taking staccato steps,
To hide yourself when you don't feel best,
And though you're blind to your perfection,
I see it in your,
3 AM voicemails full of I'm sorry's,
Sorry for possibly waking me,
And/or existing,
I see it in the way you,
Semi – Stutter your stunning name,
Which stifles me upon the saying,
I see it in the way your shoulders loosen,
A downward *****,
In defeat of being seemingly,
Socially accepted,
But darling,
You are golden,
With the way you,
Reflect the god of the sky,
With your deep brown eyes,
With the way you,
Take the femininity,
Out of singing in the shower,
With the way you make,
Self-loathing,
So unbearably sorrowful to watch,
But with a humbleness,
That is so,
Appealing its often wished of to be edible,
With a laugh,
That when fully unleashed,
Is so loudly addicting,
It should be considered carcinogenic,
Darling,
You are golden,
With every shallow breath you take,
After a night of red ringed eyes,
And a pounding headache,
With every grenade of a mistake,
That you've thrown in your future's way,
With every negative comment about yourself,
That no matter how many times I negate,
You will always believe,
Darling,
You are golden to me,
So I will rest here,
Awaiting the day,
That you accept the truth,
Behind my persistent compliments,
Awaiting the day,
That you don't feel,
Afraid of expressing anything other than being okay,
Because I am with you whether you're soaring or sinking,
Awaiting the day you,
Understand that I love you,
From your perfection,
Not from my pity,
Awaiting the day you realize,
That you are my definition of,
Forever,
And though I may not be golden,
I'll always stay.
