My best side has always been colder without you right next to me.
I've always kept both my palms empty in case you ever wanted to hold a place you can comfortably call home
just in case you like the parking spaces for your heart more vacant, than simply empty.
But there has been no time for space ever since meeting you became my only vision, my only dream in this truthful illusion I've pet-named, life.
Somewhere within the darkest hours, between 1 and 3, honesty reveals it's shy face.
That is when I accept,
that my heart resides with you.
Because with you, is the only time that it accepts to beat.
I'd be a lair if I said that even amidst sunlight, I do not find room for two.
Laying next to you in bed
decaying while smiling into each others eyes, has become my only goal.
And you must know:
Falling asleep to the sound of sirens as loud as a million little laughs echoed from your deep, deep chest, is quieter when my own mouth is there to consume the noise; always my favorite desert, and your specialty.
I will be there to engrave your smile lines into my memory, whether you like it or not.
Like breaks in pavements that line busy streets
the ones you see every morning on your way to work, tempting you to turn around
but you don't dare break your mothers back.
And I am so, so sorry.
Love is no longer a choice, and anyone who's ever had one, has not ever taken one glimpse, at you.
They have never tasted sugar, without anything occupying their tongues.
I want a tattoo, an, "Until death do us part", not an, until the so called permanent fades.
Sinking my knees in quick sand for you to see,
love is something I always define with the few simple letters that spell out: "You."
"Only you."
"You are all."
You are it.
I just don't want you to be the blink of my eye.
I will not give up, until your lava hands are coursing my skin to unconsciousness
until erosion cannot talk back to us.