to say i like you is an understatement.
i am more infatuated than you think.

the word 'like' wouldn't really explain
the vast feeling i have for you.

you, almost like the sun and moon,
i am captivated. 
entranced by you entirely.

and as each day passed,
i question myself whether if
i was deemed worthy of you.

you can have a much more better option
but you choose me.

you would have been better off with
someone else more better than i am,
but i can't seem to let others have you.

so to say that i like you is really an understatement,
i would say, i am infatuated by you.

and is very much deeply
and dangerously in love with you. 

you complete me in many ways possible.

I'm not asking you to change,
Even if you are a mess right now,
I'm not placing you any blame.
In fact, I'm just as much of a mess
as you are and so much more,
because I fell in love with someone I shouldn't
like I never have before.
But your biggest argument,
is that I deserve so much better,
someone who isn't a mess right now,
someone who will take me out
and not be afraid to see someone
who either of us might know
and have to explain why we're together
though neither of us know.
I'm just as much a mess as you are,
and I'm scared to lose any time.
you're convinced soon your life will be over
and you can't take time out of mine.
But when you go further I want to pull you closer,
because I don't want to see me be with anyone but you
I do not want to love them the way that I love you,
I do not want to hold them the way that I hold you,
I do not want to walk down the aisle to anybody but you,
because I'll never be as comfortable with someone
as I was with you.
When I told you what he did to me,
you could barely open your eyes.
I think it was cause your tears would have fallen
like the rain does from the sky.
You told me you'd teach him a lesson,
you told me he'd regret the night.
And when I heard you say those last lines,
"With a hand around his throat
for touching something that was mine."
My heart skipped not just one, but a beat three different times.
Because I finally saw all that love filling the colors of your eyes.

I smelled a sweet smell a couple days ago. It made me think of you.
I watched a movie yesterday. It made me think of you.
I heard a song last night. It made me think of you.
I saw a man do this thing this morning. It made me think of you.
I saw this sign this afternoon. It made me think of you.
I passed by a store an hour ago. It made me think of you.
I took a breath a moment ago. It made me think of you.
Everything makes me think of you.
I think of you.

You may love every inch of me, except for one.
That one inch is sacred.
It is mine.
Forever.
When you leave, every inch will burn, except for one.
That is mine.
Forever.
It will keep me holding on and fighting. It will keep me from drowning.
That inch was never and will never be yours.
It is mine.
Forever.

I want to cling to a single thread of hope
that one day we'll meet again.

And when we meet again,
my mind will be complete.
Complete.

I hope I'll finally understand if this was even real,
if I am in love with you still.

I crave the feeling of being whole

To feel complete

But too often my thoughts come in waves and take parts of me away with the tide

It leaves me with the familar void that needs to so often be filled

Several shots of ***** later

A few drags later

A couple one night stands later

I am filled

I am filled until I wake from the feeling of water on my toes once again