I never knew I could write poetry like this until I met you.

The thing about most love poems is that you never know who they're talking about but you always have someone different to connect it to than the author did. I find it beautiful.

most of the time i hate wearing things around my neck and wrists because they feel like shackles and i am a free person

there are so many poems on this website that i secretly dedicate to you.

the windows of your 1985 Chevrolet clouded with steam produced by our heavy breathing.
this summer night was particularly hot and made us even more eager than usual to shed our unnecessary layers.
lipstick trails took me to foreign places on your body and i felt like i was learning a whole new language with every kiss.
we tried to have each other all at once, impatient desire fueling our every move.
moaning louder than the engine of the old vehicle,
going faster than its 80mph limit,
we caused the Hawaiian ******* the dashboard to hula like there was no tomorrow with the way we shook; one would think we were driving over potholes from a distance.
when it all finished, our skin simmered lightly on the friction-heated leather and we melted into each other's arms.

The ocean caught fire the first time I laid eyes on you,
the world was perfect & wars didn't exist for that split second,
also people weren't superficial but instead loving & appreciative for what had been right in front of their eyes for so long.

I'm sorry it took me so long to notice you before,
I had been so caught up in my own little chaotic world that I had never before noticed that the ocean had caught fire long before I was ever born, long before I knew how repulsive the taste of saltwater in my mouth was, long before the curtains could draw themselves,
& even before songs used to be written because of pure joy & not the idealistic lifestyle of endless fame & mountains of money.

I'm only 18 years old but I swear to you my dear, i've loved you for centuries.

Ever since the big bang theory, the universe has known what pure love has looked like because you have always existed,
in the dark matter,
in the dying stars,
in the evolving cities inside the galaxies that won't even exist for another 10 billion years,
you were always there, being loved; unconditionally, unimaginably, substantially, overconfidently, loved.

& whether I fade off into a heaven-like nirvana, or reincarnate into all of the tears running down your face, or just rot in the ground for all of eternity;
always know that every star in the galaxy will always love you if I can't, & the sun will burn out to the thought of you, & every burden that I ever put on your shoulders (including myself) will always remember (& appreciate) you for breathing all the air inside of a gasp-less room & will always love you for that;
even in 10 billion years after the earth is dried out & the sun is on its death bed, the universe will still love you,
for everything,
every kiss you gave me,
every time you let me lay in your arms even though you hated me at the moment;
every "cheer up champ, you'll get over me sooner or later" line you said to me,
every single piece of advice you had given me for ways to love you better, ways to love you harder, ways to give myself to you without seeming vulnerable, & ways to kiss you without actually being in the same room as you.

The universe will always love you, & the same goes for me, I will always love you as well, even when a meteor destroys the tree house that we built together, or a heat wave so powerful wipes out the human species, or you decide one day that the way I look at you in the shower isn't as meaningful as it was 6 months ago; no matter the catasrophe, this aquarius constellation will always remember how happy you made it, & will always love you for that.