I fell in love
With your
Laughter
And your smile
Your jokes
And stories
I fell for
The way you
Wrap your
Arms around me
The way you
Comfort me
And the way
You make my
Heart flutter
I fell
For the way
You looked at me
And the way
You cared
Unlike any other
I fell for
The way
You made me happy
And I fell
For your
Craziness
Because
You fell for mine.

Last day today
Saying goodbye won't be easy
how much time will I need to sacrifice
to be with you again

tomorrow will be a cold day
and December won't be lovely
without you here by my side
..until we meet again

Your heartbeat is like the soundtrack to my soul and everytime I hold you close I don't want to let you go in fear of forgetting the rhythm.
But you have no idea.
You make me feel so much.
You make me crave every part of you, like an addiction I'm not quite ready to be cured of.
And will I ever?
It matters not at all to you.
Interferes with your life in no way and you love it.
I know you love that I can't move on because if I could, where would that leave us?
You?
Could you live with the knowledge I didn't love you anymore like I'm living with the knowledge you never did?
I'd be your plus one forever.
I'd be whatever you wanted me to be but the one thing I hate being is all that I am to you.
A secret.
And what is a secret but something you are ashamed of?
I spend my life being second best and I'm forced to believe I deserve it.
Maybe I do.
But I'd evade every possible scenario that could make you feel like that.
I'd make you feel like the most important person in the world.
Because to me that's what you are.
You're so special.
I'd never hide you or lock you away.
I'd show the world how lucky I am to have you if you were mine.
And I'd make sure you felt the same.

i prefer rainfall over
sunshine, and maybe that
explains why i'd choose
you over anyone else.
i always hope that
it's a beautiful day
wherever you are, and
all i ever want to do
is kiss your spine and
never apologize again
but my lips have yet to meet
the skin on your back
and for that
i am sorry.

.
                            ice
        
           melts                      slowly

making                        ­           patterns

       that                             secretly
             makes     ­         God
                           smile

when life seems to
          knock
                    me

                               d
                                    o
                         ­               w
                                              n
­                                                                 ­         
                                                       ­        You       me.
                                                                ­     carry

There are some days
when my thoughts curl up my throat
to seal my lips
with red hot wax
and I cannot even try to open my mouth.
There are some days
when fear is a sharp-clawed monster
on my tongue
held inside only by a
pearl white cage.
There are some days
that I count my words like grains of rice
because one too many
can open floodgates.
But recently
there are most days
when thoughts of you
break the wax seal,
when thoughts of you
calm the dangerous beast,
when thoughts of you
dry up the flood,
and words come tumbling off my tongue
dripping honey and lavender
and wide open vowels.
I talk about you
to anyone who
will listen