It's the way that he furrows his eyebrows
It's the way he chews on his lip
It's the way he pushes back his hair
and the way my hand is when he's holding it.
It's the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs
It's the way he pouts when I tease him
It's the way he pushes up his glasses
and it's the way that he makes me put my heart out on a limb.

Hey,

If you're reading this...
Know that I'm having difficulty trying to put my words together, and that normally never happens when I write.
Know that my mind is torn between being upset and being in love,
and that normally never happens when I think of you.
Know that every thought in my head right now is about you and what scares me is that I don't know if it's the same for you.

If you're reading this...
Know that there's nothing normal about how I feel about you.
My heart skips beats and my my mind races,
My cheeks hurt with each smile and every laugh from you is forced out of me because I can't keep it hidden.

If you're reading this...
Know that I love you.
And I know you do, but I still
hope,
wish,
and pray
that you feel the same.

Forever Yours.

I close my eyes
Waiting for you to meet me
In this moment
Tasting your breath
Drawing near my cheek
Peacefully
Holding me with your lips
Melting my heart
Letting you lead
I fight gravity
To open my eyes
Studying your stillness
To stare in your soul
I follow the colors tracing your eyes
Inviting me in
As my butterflies escape
Through the creases of my lips
I smile in hope
For you to come back for more

Jl 2016

I get it now
I understand
I know what they meant by their cheeks hurting and their stomach twisting.
I know what they meant by longing to be with him, just for one more minute
and another
and another.
I get it now
I understand
I know why they always look longingly at their phones, awaiting another text
I know why they sigh deeply just by looking at his photos
going through
one by one.
I get it now
I understand
I know what it's like to be in love
and to fall in love
over and over again
every day.

Hello

you don't know me
but I'm the ******* the other end of his phone.
The one nervously waiting for him to text me that he's back home
saying that he had a good time but was glad to be in bed.
I'm the one who holds him when he has a bad day
the one who reassures him that I'll always love him
the one who fell head over heels for him
for his weird quirky dorky nerdy self.
That's me.
Please don't take him away from me,

please.

Signed,
Me

Please don't worry about him,
he'll be fine.
He's gonna go and have fun and he'll be safe, I promise.
He's not gonna go off and see someone else,
he's not planning to cheat on you
he's not gonna let alcohol and some girl
take away what you two have.
Please don't worry
I know it's hard but you've got to accept it.
Nothing you do,
whether it's countless hours spent worrying
or nervously asking him if he still loves you,
none of it would change anything.
Just because you worry,
just because you ask,
if he is a cheater,
he's going to cheat, regardless of what you do.
So be happy.
Please be happy and please don't worry.
Smile and know that he's thinking about you every now and then,
smile and know that he's also wishing your lips were together,
that you were side by side with your hands linked.
He knows you love him
now it's just time you know that
he loves you too.

top 5 things I miss about you:

1) the sunburn on the back of your legs
    the
    way you flinched at the touch of aloe;
    peeling off your skin
    layer by layer

2) dancing high in your room to Pulp Fiction;
     trying desperately not to wake your parents,
     standing in your
     driveway as minutes feel like hours

3) our horrific inability to take
    a single good photobooth picture

4) driving
    driving home from the beach,
    sand
    coating your mats
    sitting in cars writing poems,
    while you wrench tires underneath me
    pulling into parking garages to photograph
    torn stockings against the car’s blue
    exterior
    your hand on my thigh driving back from Ludlow,
    as I am fast asleep
    breaking your backseat as I ****** myself into you
    you naming it after me

5) your drunken texts;
    your colloquial musings at 3 a.m.
    your
    professions,
    your proclamations
    waking up your grounded words,
    despite your swaying body.
  
    I long for your surprise pronouncements
    while I sleep alone 551 kilometers away.

It's been so long
since I last kissed you,
that I think my lips

may have forgotten
how to move themselves
together with yours.

I regret to inform you that your lawfully, wedded boyfriend, Robert Cohn, no longer want to be lawful, wedded, or your boyfriend. He'd much rather be ******* Brett and writing books about what she tells him behind closed doors
            Sincerely,
              Jake Barnes