My body is a punching bag on display for you,
waiting for your hands to meet me,
when you hit me with the truth, it hurts.
How can you not see the marks you leave on my soul?

Why do you expect me to be the strong one,
when you're the one gaining it all from me?

The greatest gift I could ever receive is being yours.
I want to call you baby and let you know how happy you make me.
I want to be able to hold your hand in public and show you off.
I want to be unafraid of the future.
I want you to know I'm listening when we talk.
I want to give you all my love, forever.
I want a definition of what we have.
What we are..

..Because you are my everything,
And I hope I'm nothing less.

Oops, haha! Those were my feelings, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spill those on you.. let me just wipe that off your chest..

I'm trying my best, but it's easy to lose focus when all you can see on the horizon is your world falling apart

I want your whispers to echo and bounce off the curves of the goosebumps you give me when you tell me you’d be lost without me. I want the ghosts of your fingertips to trace my body awake each morning, and put me to sleep each night. I want the memories of you to tiptoe around my brain, carefully.. trying not to trigger me, but every once in awhile I want you to let them creak the floorboards causing a few dishes to fall out of my memory cabinet and crash to the floor of my heart. I want you always, I want you to haunt me.

You were everything I needed at just the right time.
I was everything you wanted, at-- not the right time.
You told me there would be a time for us.
I asked you to mark it on my watch
but you said you couldn't do that.
You said you'd know, and that I didn't have to wait for you.
You said you'd be mine when the time's right,
when we're both okay and free of sadness.

Years later I'm sitting here staring at the blank pages of my notebook,
fiddling with the cap on my pen.
I stare into the forrest of blue lines on my paper,
trying to think of beautiful words to dedicate to this page.
Beautiful words.
Beautiful.
All that comes to mind is your name.
And I look at my watch.
I think it's broken.

*The truth is, you are the only one
who can break the chains this sadness has handcuffed to me.
If that's so,
I guess I won't ever be happy,
and I guess our time will never come.

The words you say to me bring me back to the happiest dreams I've had of you, and it's then that I realize they've come true.

Memories of you flow through my veins,
as long as my heart keeps beating, I will not forget you.

You can't give CPR to someone who's choking on the words they never told you.

There's a storm brewing inside my chest whenever you're around.
Waves collapse onto the walls of my stomach when you touch me.
I know you can hear the thunder when you hug me,
I know you can taste the fresh rain on my lips when you kiss me.

I want you to feel my lightning.

If you were water
I would mix salts, antibodies, and lysosomes into you
and put you into my tear ducts
so that whenever I cry,
you'll know it's always thanks to you.

I feel a storm brewing when you're around.
You are the thunder in my heart,
you are the lightening in my veins.

I continue breathing so that I may continue catching
drops of you on my tongue.
I want them to absorb into my body
and become one with me.

I've always loved a good storm.

I'm probably only this pale
because my body is devoid
of your touch.

If the ocean were your kisses,
I'd jump off this ship of sorrow with anchors tied to both feet.