You’re shot right through with little sparks of fun
Our conversations few could match
Silly, serious, ****, and sweet
The change ups even fewer could catch

My heart shouts, “Lovely!”, races in my chest
At the perfection of your face
And the music of your accented voice
Makes me long for your sweet embrace

I behold the beauty of your soul
When you speak of your passions and fears
And I’m awed by your powerful emotions
When they erupt in laughter and tears

Your smile makes me dream in colors
My eyes have never seen before
Your body is a wonderful poem
Always reading, always wanting much more

I want you every waking minute
When you’re gone it’s forever to me
It’s hard to think I could love you more
Our love is so deep and free

When I sleep I’m chasing you to tomorrow
My eyes light every time that you’re found
I’ll take you where I find you in joy or in sorrow
You’re my thought, my sight, and my sound

You’re the first thing I think of when I rise
Like the sun, the bright morning star
And you’re the last thing on my heart when I close my eyes
I love you, no matter how near or far

I reach for more
My grasp holds short
I slip further
Though I stand tall
With or without
The heads and eyes
They bend with me
Watching and wonder
They simply ask “why?”
I ask “why not?”

It's 10:55 on December 27th and I swear that I
will be able to forget the constellation freckles on your arms
and how you shoved the "passive aggressive" note you asked me to write like I used to
into your bag and shrugged it off when I asked like--
like you don't know your own charm.

It told you to "stop messing around on Facebook and write your **** :)",
which may have been the last thing I would ever tell you to do--
I forget--
just like you forgot how much you missed my notes and reminders and all of it
(except for me).

So, if you can forget about every Sunday night
and the way your fingers danced on my ankle and my thigh,
then I can pretend I never loved you in a way I swore no one else could
because, to this day, I'm upset that you seem to think that there was anyone else besides you
in this endless universe that ever would
do.

I will forget the way you said my name when you were tired, frustrated, and alone,
and the way you asked me to get wine drunk,
because the 150 reasons that I was in love with you
are the same reasons that I need to let you go, too.

If I was given a scroll and a feather pen to write about you, I'd need enough parchment to cover your street, so you could walk all over it while you walked away to the other one you love. I'd still find 999,999 reasons to love you and only one not to. I really hope he's not the one for you, I really would love to add that 'you love me too' to my list. Noah_arkenswagg