Seek out the skeletons on every surface
Your no fun if you go to bed first
Those days were dark & merciless
You recited lies to my pretty face
I forgave you;
Lord knows we both sin
My fortune predicts I won't win
Cause you're already tasting that drip;
And you crave the bitterness

You can't cure him with charisma
And your love won't liberate him
So say your prayers till your voice is strained
100 Hail Marys won't alter this game

-Kellie A. Scranton

1.91667 years
23 months
99.9406 weeks
699.584 days
16790 hours
1,007,400 minutes
60,444,000 seconds

That's how long it's been since our first 'I love you'

you smell of spice and rosemary,
a smell i can't shake off.
it fills my lungs with exposure of you,
and releases words i can't get out.

what a culprit you are,
coming and stealing my heart,
i needed that you fool,
i was going to give it to you.

sing me to sleep with gem colored eyes,
your soft lullabies hushing my cries.

the gentle white feathers of a snow colored dove,
are as your arms wrapped around me with love.

i feel you with the morning sun,
together we can be as one.

Honestly, I never knew that you,
Would ever mean this much to me,
I never imagined that one day,
This was how things were going to be.

I never thought that i would hold you,
Or miss your voice, your smile, your touch,
I guess I should have known that you,
Would make me care about you too much.

I cant get you out of my head,
Im always hoping youll text or call,
Im losing my mind and i love it,
Im scared but i crave the rush of the fall.

It's been so long since I've felt like this,
Excited to wake up every day,
I wish I could spend each moment with you,
When were apart i ponder words you say.

When we were young i never thought,
That I would come to love your eyes so blue,
I never knew that I could feel this way,
About you, but im glad that I do.

I miss him.
I miss the way he kissed me.
I miss the way he would hold me.
I miss the way he smiled at me.
The way he looked into my eyes.
How he made me feel content.
I miss how he'd joke about my tiny hands.
I miss the scent of him on my pillow.
I miss the love he gave me,
and how he showed it.
He's all I want and need,
so I miss him.
And I don't regret it.

there is no way in hell that im going to tell you about how i'm in love

no way in hell that i'll tell you about that smile

hidden, private, just for me

his fingers, soft yet firm on the dimples of my back

combing through my hair

brushing my neck

there is no way I'll tell you about his silence

strong, assertive, present

or his eyes

deep, dark, daring

but I will tell you this

he is every empty spot in my heart

every broken rib in my chest

every smile on my lips