I wished you could have
Followed me home
Opened the door
Felt my hands roam

I wish you could have
Watched me undress
Felt my eyes linger
Knew my intent

I wish you could have
Been there tonight
Fed my addiction
Grabbed and pulled me in tight

you told me you'd always
be there waiting to catch me for when or if I was ready to fall.

i would look down
and see you with your
outstretched arms and unwavering eyesight set on me.

all this time you've been ready for me,
and so one day i jumped.
i jumped to and for only you.
and as i made my descent i looked down to see you.
and i did. see. you.

but you were running to catch someone else.
someone that was ready before me.

this was the day i had chosen to trust you with my love.
this was the day that you broke me in more ways than one.

you arrived too early and faltered and i arrived too late and shattered.

{d.f. | 11/29/17}

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"i love you ♥"

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If you're a good writer
I've probably already fallen
in love with your words
if you make good music
you most likely own
a part of my soul
undoubtedly
if when you message me
you use proper grammer
punctuation
and complete sentences
there's no denying
I take you seriously
something in the way you word things
the way that each consonant sings
as I breathe in the simple things
you say to me

Five seconds
The amount of time it takes for you to hide the way you feel
Five seconds
How long it takes for me to believe your feelings are real
Six seconds
Hiding the feelings that you just let slip through
Because after those five seconds are up
You leave me feeling hopelessly confused
And I’ll admit that ever since,
My mind hasn’t stopped thinking
About you.
[That’s what a mere five seconds will do.]

Dear One,
I don't have much time,
Just a random assortment of heartbeats,
But there's something I must tell you.

Love.

It's a noun.
It can be a thing.
Or a feeling.
A flush of the cheeks
Or a steady hand.
Or a quiet understanding.
But, one thing is true.
It's worth living for.
I promise.

Love.

It's a pronoun.
It can be a name.
You are "Love."
They are "Love."
Either way,  
Committed for life.
Desperate and Chaotic.
But, sometimes, it is the only clarity.

Love.

It's a verb.
It can be imperative.
I mean it as a plea.
Love something.
Someone.
Love something so much your heart hurts
With the enormity of it.
Love the sun. Love the stars.
Love the flaws. Love the blessings.
Let love consume you.
You won't regret it.
I promise.

Oh, Dear One,
I am old.
Even if I have thousands of days left
When my heart will still be beating.
I have loved, and
I am young, but I am already ancient.