what's the word for finding something
you never even knew you were missing
for meeting someone you have always known
is there a word for the feeling I get when you touch me
where nostalgia, goosebumps, and home collide

you are grey as cumulus nimbus
your rain brings out every color of my rainbow
we will dance under darkened skies
kiss on moonlit lakes
love loudly through looks of lust
slow play, silent smirks, poetry

you are an expert at words
your tongue is gold
soft and smooth
your words touch my veins
so tell me, love, what is the word
for the feeling of infinity
that I see when I look at you?

She doesn't like it-
When I buy her meals,
She wants to pay for me instead.

And she doesn't know-
That my every thought,
Is her running through my head.

She makes me weak-
When she hugs me tight,
Hannah, baby, I'll always love you,
Every day, every night.

She is my princess,
My darling love-
The blood in my veins,

She is my mirror,
My armor, shield,
She keeps away the pain.

She makes me strong,
When she stands beside,
Hannah, baby, I'll hold you up,  too,
Against the coming tide.

Whitened by aged wisdom and wonder, you reminded me a lot of a dandelion: I’d see you here and there, a thing so full of mystery, only to be blown away into the next moment where our paths would cross once again.
Whether it were days, months, or years, I knew we’d see each other again.
A spirit so strong that it frightened my youthful being grew to be one that I held brought me to my knees in adoration. You taught me how to be loud, how scream at my timidness and make it cower in fear. You taught me that words are so much more than ink on paper, that they breathe, they are alive. You taught me how to command a room, that I deserve to be heard, and that, like nature, all I needed to thrive was a light.
You see, I’ve always took Dandelions for granted, because I knew that I would see them again one day, and then, there would always be another chance to make one more wish.
If I had known that our time would have been cut short, I would have made a wish for you.
My hands will plant what you gave me, your wisdom will grow a dandelion.
I will pluck you from the earth, I will let your love glide through the air, and I will make sure it spreads to every corner of the world.

The father of our child becomes obsessed
And forgetful,
Letting his new life eclipse the things that
Made up his old life.

You came to me in a state of euphoria and
Bliss,
I came back at you for you to apologise
You demon.

How could he have known how much he
Had left me wilted,
Now there’s little use in watering my soil
But at least give me a burial.

There’s so much I could say regarding
Your deals with the unholy,
So much you made me do to try and undo
What happened.

It took months to come back,
And now I just hate at the sight of
Pleasure for myself.

I can only see your hand but you forgot
You had hands back then,
If you had been in an accident I would’ve
Taken them from you.



On the Thursday you told me you loved
Me,
However the Tuesday was exceptionally
More romantic.

I left you to be oppressed by your parents
And squashed by your own head,
Yet you want to talk to me and I say you
Know but you forget.

I’d take your hand if you were here,
Destroy them and inhale.

White blossoms with red seeping in.
My quiet love was yours from the beginning.
You are the air in my lungs, the light in my eyes.
Your voice sets off a bombardment of adoration in my heart.
Your words a beautiful curse.
I dreamt of getting lost in you.
I regret to inform you that it hurts
to leave the lights on for no one,
and that there's no heavier burden
than the weightless emptiness of the soul.
You.
I know you'll never love me in the way that I desire.
Your happiness is enough, my dear.