I feel his kindness in his hug,
such a warmth comes from his heart.

This is the man of my dreams.

So manly and strong,
yet romantic and sweet.

This is the man of my dreams.

A white knight, he is,
he asks for my kiss.

Well,
This is the man of my dreams.

she was as the smell of smoke,
clinging to my fingertips.
a linger of reckless abandon.
she was always the first ****,
burning my throat as i inhale.
fingertips, trailing constellations,
sweat glistening as the smoke coils.

i need fresh air.
but my lungs are black,
and i cannot breathe unaided.

To be loved when its not convinient
To be loved for the hand gestures made when i talk about the netflix show i just got into
To be loved for the way i part my hair
To be loved for making a joke with the waiter
To be loved for taking the long route to get you a coffee
To be loved for being vulnerable
Oh to be loved for the smallest things and the big ones blindly.

They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time, at the end of the argument
and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them, because it would never stop

I love you beyond

The moon says, "Of all the things in the sky, I am the least interesting. I am small, and I do not shine bright consistently like the sun and the stars."

The ocean whispers "You stay close, and remain close whether you are bright or you are dark. And even when I can't see you, you make the tides."