You talk about her
like she’s the beautiful, inky night sky,
and you stand there waiting, wanting
to be the boy to hold the stars for her.

You talk about her
like she’s the missing fraction in your body.
You can’t breathe, move, eat or sleep.
Like she’s something you cannot live without.

You talk about her
and it shows how much you’re longing
to be with her, wherever that is.
That despite the miles and hours that stop you,
it doesn’t even matter as to how much
you’re craving for her.

You talk about her
the way I see a sunrise.
There’s a glint of hope
in every word spoken.
Hopes filled with vivid imaginations
of her running back to you.

You talk about her nonstop.
She’d had your mind preoccupied
with her dubious self.
Her voice at 2AM echoing around
the corners of your brain.
Her brown eyes clear
and earnest against yours.
Her lips curled up into a smile
at the sight of you.

You talk about her
because you think about her constantly.
Like there aren’t even other things
in the universe that rattle your head
other than the thought of being next to her
and holding her hand and paying attention
to her and just.
And just being with her.

You talk about her
like you’ll never
run out of words to say. . .

You talk about her
the way I wish
you’d talk about me.

i wish you knew
how much i see
galaxies and other beautiful things in you
i wish you see
that these things i know are true
take a closer look within me

May you find peace
As you fall to pieces;
May you find light
In your darkest nights;
I wish for you the love you
Show in your sweetness;
And I wish the world might
Learn of your greatness.
You are a diamond
Still covered in soot,
Yet I see the gleam that
Gives way to the truth.
If I acted selfishly, I might
Chain you around my neck
But that would be a crime,
And serve as a tragic mistake;
Instead, I’ll leave you, free
As I watch from afar,
Mesmerized in your gift
That you share with everything,
In the simplest form
Of a smile.

I'd rather keep you safe
Than steal you.

and the best i could do
is stare from afar,
gaze at those obsidian eyes
and get lost inside it.

i want to push myself onto you
and spout a few words,
but my rusty tongue will never work
whenever i face a beauty like you

so i'll go back to staring at perfection
a beauty in its purest form
that it burns my very soul

I speak a thousand words in a glance, Propose to you in a text, generally be the guy I was meant to be.
And you still love me for me.
What is it that keeps you close to me? Is it my pretend swag? My book sense? My love of expression? My eyes? All of the above, or more likely, none? I don’t know why and I don’t know how, but I won’t concern myself with it.
I love you too, although I don’t say it much and I can’t assume you kow. But it’s true, I love you too much to let you go, do too much to consider having a way out of the ways that we love each other.
~signed the lover from afar.