She paints me as a dream even as I see my flaws beneath the decorated canvas
Shes plays my heart, string for string and I might have thought she had been playing all her life
Love wasn’t something I knew before her, it’s like I was living in grey scale and she was the first thing I saw in color
The other day I saw a red bird perched on my balcony
I thought to text her and tell her in that moment I knew
I didn’t believe in signs from God until I saw her and then they started appearing at my door to sing me good morning
For a while I was convinced there wasn’t anyone who could know me like this
My heart is a sink full of ***** dishes I always distract myself from cleaning, but she listens
I’m not much of a love poet, but if I were to decide to write about love,
it would be about her

you’re the reason i eat burnt toast in the morning
drink cold coffee
and forget to tie my shoes

bedridden by the thought of you,
i’m forced to sleep and fall into dreams of
what i wish could happen between us,
but for now i’ll write you poetry
steal your hand for a drunken dance
and walk you home,
asking for
nothing more

i was so excited
to start something new
then you took my heart
and turned it back to blue

rain rain
stay with me
you bring joy
and all great things
if you go
i’ll be sad
and wonder why i feel this bad

blue as the ocean
from the inside out
it’s hurts so bad
to try and love myself
i’ve gotten used to being sad
with tear filled eyes
i’m starting to appreciate
how it turns them to a
gentle shade of blue