In that moment we shared a glance, and he saw straight into the depths
of my soul.
I saw myself in his eyes and
felt his heart beat against my chest,
keeping perfect rhythm.

"I'm in love with you," he told me, as if
it was the first time he had said the words.
but it wasn't
and for some strange reason, it felt
as though it was.
Like everything was clear now, and
every time he had said it before was just practice.
This was real.

He gathered me in his arms and
I let myself fall into him,
Listening to the soft sound of his breathing
and feeling the rise and fall of his
back under my arms.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear.
The words flowed so gently
and with such ease that I remembered
he had been saying that same sentence
countless times a day for the past year of my life,
only this time was different.
It felt different in my stomach and
brought the snowball to my throat
that I got when I tried my hardest
not to cry.

I closed my eyes and realized I
had never seen a moment
more beautiful than this,
even though my eyes were closed.
"I love you," I told him,
and in that moment,
I knew I had never spoken any words
more true than those.

What you don't know

is that I was from a place far, far away from here
That I had no intentions of staying
Or ever coming back
That I was perfectly content with
Hiding away in my own shadow of the world
Alone

What you don't know
is that I've fallen in love with everything about you
That I've memorized the curves of your shoulders and the ***** of your nape
That I've counted every freckle in your sleep and took tune to the beat of your heart

What you do know
is that you saved me from a
Dark, unforgiving place
That I'm willing to spend the rest of
My life trying to repay you for that
and that my heart now beats for
you

If at the end of my days I could chose only one memory to keep,
It would be the day that seemed like days stuck on infinite repeat.
The entire weight of the universe rested on the words,
I watched his lips as they moved until my vision blurred.
"I love you,"  he whispered, and I knew the words were true.
Like innocence and certainty, the sky would marvel blue.

As he looked into her eyes
his hand crept across her chin,
He tried to emphasize the scent that
lingered on her skin.

fresh cut wood and faded dreams,
Rich red wine and nicotine.
If looks could ****, and hers they would,
He'd lose the ground on which he stood.

But dreams sprout wings and off they flew,
Off to the place where dandelions grew.
He'd take her hand and off they'd go,
Off to the place where only they know.
And their eyes locked tight,

this moment they'd miss,
As they shared one final midnights kiss.

Perhaps there are more words spoken in the midst of silence.
A tear, a touch, an embrace.
An invisible conversation opaque to anyone but the two.
A shattered soul, a heavy heart. Which as they kiss
Consume.

Perhaps there is love buried deep inside hate.
Waiting, watching, knowing.
Swallowed in a sea of empty promises and lies.
A sorrowed soul, a hollow heart. Which as they mix
Devise.

Perhaps there is a message in times of disbelief.
Hiding, hoping, planning.
A beam of faith shining bright behind the darkest drape.
A searching soul, a healing heart. Which as they meet
Escape.

Remove heart from your chest and
throw it on the ground.
Sift through the lies until
it doesn't make a sound.
Mix it in a bowl until
the blood turns cool as ice.
Now whisk it on the stove top and
saute it over night.
Check progress in the morning and
if all goes well as planned,

you have a recipe for a heartache that
no one will understand.

Living within a death consumed shell,
Engrossed by the madness; a horrifying hell.
Another day goes by living life in a tomb,
Not a sun in the sky, nor a flower to bloom.
Identity lies within the names on the tags,
Fighting for freedom, fighting for flags.
The empty, sorrowed soldier’s eyes
Watch in silence as another man dies.
Locked inside this final fight,
Soldiers die for wrong and right.
And here their bodies laid to rest,
Each of their hearts and souls ablessed.
For one is but a grain of sand,
Lost along this foreign land.