i'm in love with words,
but afraid of voices.
silence is both beautiful
and terrifying,
because thoughts just
never seem to sleep.
no one seems
to really understand,
because although
these voices
never stop talking,
the words themselves
are often too
quiet to speak.

Every moment
I wish
To be mine

They slip away
From my finger
Tips

Like

Water drops
From
Dark clouds

Like

Lightening
From
Two unlike
Clouds

It's fractional

I don't even have
Time to analyse

They are fast

They run fast

I think I have never been so exalted
As I am now by you,
O frost bitten blossoms,
That are unfolding your wings
From out the envious black branches.

Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine
The twigs conspire against you
Hear them!
They hold you from behind

You shall not take wing
Except wing by wing, brokenly,
And yet—
Even they
Shall not endure for ever.

i fell in love with the way your eyes stared at my imperfections and how you told me they reminded you of your favorite place to be

I want the kind of love
That's quiet

Quiet like tea and a blanket in the morning

I want a love that's soft
That's honest and deep and true
That's always there

Love that's not for show
Or for power
But love simply because love is felt

I want a love that accepts and encourages
I want a love that embodies peace

I'm drowning in you and there's no turning back now

I told her there was very little of me left to love,
and with glassy blue-green eyes she replied
*There is enough