The same girl who could love you with her eyes closed,
chooses to see you.
Even the parts you don't like
or even the parts you can't see.

The same boy who loves you with his eyes,
doesn't see all of you.
Misses the parts of you that you think shine,
and the parts you know everyone else can see.

The same couple who love differently,
love the same,
if only you look close enough.

It was the eyes for her,
and the hands for him.
It was the love and affection for him,
and the words for her.
It was how he looked at her,
and how she looked at him.
If all it took was a look,
why were their eyes closed?

no such thing as verbal when you just sit
next to me, shoulders burdened by the world
and that is my cue to be pliant as you sigh
and press yourself deeper into my being.

(your face buried in the crook of my neck
as i draw small circles on your arm,
funny how you look like a child
with a halo from the moonlight
kissing your crown)

and i apologize
i cannot make the stars and skies
be within your reach
or I, better than your early lovers.

but if you, so gently, lay your bones
where i could keep them until your soul
jumps right into you, ready to conquer once again,
then be your home I shall.

—2:06AM