I am not your first love.
You are not the first person I have looked at with a mouthful of possible forevers.
We have known more heartache than most, loosing hope for this final moment.
Because we have both known loss like the jagged edges of a dull knife.
We had giving up on love.

Then I saw you in the waiting line.

Fair skinned, blonde hair tucked behind your ears, and deep sea green eyes looked back at me.
Then you wrapped your arms around my waist just long enough making my soul ache to just be seen.
From that moment after I couldn’t get you out of my head.
Then just two days later I’m starring at your purest self lying naked in my bed.

Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came without forage or fight.
It came when we had given up on asking love to come.
But here we are your hand in mine laughing, under the setting sun.

I will write poems to the pieces of you that you can’t seem to find, like they got stolen or lost along the way to find a home. I will write novels to the scars above your waist. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way that it feels to have finally found you.  I will kiss you with forgiveness because you will never be forgot.
I will not be afraid of your scars and worn out pages, because even if it’s hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection I want you to know :

That wether it is the days you burn
More brilliant than the sun,
Or the nights spent cradling a bottle of ***
To wash away yesterday pain.
Please know that you are the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen.
And I will love you when you are a still day,
And I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Because no mater how bad the rain
There’s always sunshine after a storm.