Can you kiss me
before I find the wrong words to say?
Before I piece together phrases
that I think I mean, but I don't.
I need a sign
or maybe a sunset with you by my side
would be enough to convince me that I'm in love.
You've thrown your every emotion into me
and I've searched myself inside and out
to find something worth giving back
but I keep coming back with empty hands.
You tell me there's no such thing as empty hands
if I have you
because you'd fill the gaps
between my fingers with your own.
You can fill my hands, but I can't fill your heart.
I know I can't measure up
to what you've done for me
or how you feel for me
and perhaps it is for that very reason
that I can not persuade my own lips to form
the words you want to hear.
So kiss me before I say something
far from what I mean
and maybe that will be enough.

Your beauty could stop
a beating heart
But you contain it for us.
And your strength could break
this world apart
But you contain it for us.

Let me tell you something.
Even as I sit here alone
away from everything
that reminds me of your existence
[that street we used to walk down,
the variety store I saw you at on New Years,
and the restaurant you used to work at],
I think of you.
And when I close my eyes
to escape all of my realities
[such as you ending things
and making
the something we had
seem like nothing],
I involuntarily recreate
memories of you.
The thing that I've realized
about life is that
almost everything changes.
The seasons, the tide, the moon
and I know inevitably
that you are changing too.
Yet the only thing
that seems to have remained constant
are my thoughts of you.

When you hear the word
explosion
you think of bombs
and death
and dying.
Yet, fireworks light up the night
in that very way.
But when you think
of the ocean
you think of the sounds
of waves
and reflections
of sunsets,
not it's power
to consume and engulf.
I guess what I'm
trying to say
is that at times both beautiful
and ugly things
are capable of being
the other.