I'm hoping you'll eventually
Understand my passive aggressive poetry
About how much I love you
And hate you all the same.

What does it mean
To grow older
Are we gaining
Our best years
Or losing them?

Once, someone was called beautiful
And from that, ugliness was born
With all its self conscious nature

The music itself thumps in my chest

My body moves all on its own

My hips sway against yours

we swing our heads in rhythm


For in the moment 

when a band takes the stage

we all become the same 

united under a song



I believe this would be

a perfect movie moment

with you and I as the stars

Our own little montage



Because in this moment

I can feel your heat

We are one in the same

Our souls entwined in the song



We have to shout into each others ears

to have a conversation

though many words aren't needed

Our bodies do the talking



I guess this is what it means

to feel accepted, in love, perfect

because I can't imagine myself

dancing to this song,
with anyone else


*but you

I don't believe in flying high
Wings weren't made for men.

Your eyes remind remind me of glaciers
Not because they're cold
But because they are mysterious

Your hair reminds me of a lions mane
Because of it's dark ginger hue
And the softness of the strands.

Your words remind me of poetry
Each phrase flows perfectly
As if they were meant to be together

Your smile reminds me of lightning
So bright, though fleeting
Shocked is my heart to see it

Your skin is perfect ivory
Pale, delicate, and smooth
I crave the feeling of yours against mine

Your heart is made of gold
Generous and kind
I wish that your heart, would beat in tune with mine.

Ever since the first time I looked at you
Looked into you
I could see someone who was beautiful.