i see you in the silence
and the blanks of
mind. crazy how violence
says more about love
and its power. the contrast
is fading unlike your
eyebrows, and the last
drop of sanity hits the floor.
thoughts of you as
your actual presence,
because your absence has
finished its evanescence.

as long as i'm here
over your shoulder
i will lift off your chest
that heavy crushing boulder.

when i am here
you will feel no remorse
i will help you
when life takes its course.

i will be your guardian
watching from afar
ready to push you away
from a speeding car.

it is not one of my chores
to save your soul
i will do it again
without being told.

you do not have to thank me
for i am the blessed one
to be the final one with you
when the air forever
leaves your lungs
never to return.

Sometimes I can't help but day dream
I sit and think about spending time with you
I imagine myself driving you around
Taking you out on dates
I picture in my mind all the laughs
And deep conversations that would be shared
I create scenarios in my mind
Where we try new things together
Explore and experiment
You bring out a certain side of me
I'm always envisioning you with me
All I can see myself doing
Is giving you what you want and need
It's especially bitter
And sweet
How I wonder what kissing you would be like
All I ever want
Is your lips against mine
Getting to spend time with you
And share joyful memories
Is what I dream about
Not only in the night
But during the day as well

They say that just because someone doesn't show affection in the same way you do doesn't mean that they don't care or love you.

I believe it. We can't all be silent lovers, we can't all be screaming it from rooftops either.

I understand it. We're all different people, with differing tactics and ideas of what it means to love and care.

But **** if I don't know any better way to love than to tell someone what they mean to me, to always kiss before I leave and kiss hard, nothing soft and forgetable. I don't know anything better than drunk calls confessing how much I like you, or loud laughs at your stupid puns.

I don't see love in quiet embraces and glances and iridescent, see-through compliments. I don't see it in tolerance. I don't see love in those things.

I see it in 2 am talks when you're tired but hell, maybe I like you more when you're half-asleep in my bed. I see it in scratch marks down my back and hands grabbing at my hips. I see it in consistent, small efforts. What you do every day says a lot more than what you do every once in awhile to me. I see it in the little reminders and notions that I'm on your mind, that I'm someone in your tangled, messy brain.

I need something tangible. I can't love someone with my lips closed unless they're closed by yours in a kiss. I can't love anyone who can't shout it back to me. I can't feel for someone who only feels my skin with his finger tips, and can't make me feel any other way. I can't do that kind of love.

So, everyone shows affection differently. I'll paint it in the sky for you, shout it from rooftops and proclaim it for everyone to hear. I'll write you and kiss you in the rain and make you breakfast and whisper "I love you" when we watch movies and tickle your feet and admire you naked and press you against a wall. I'll tell you you're beautiful. I'll love you with all I have.

If anyone out there loves with all they have, then maybe we could disregard what they say, that everyone shows affection differently, and show it how we know best-

*Loudly, openly, compulsively, whole-heartedly.