painting my nails seems so unproductive
when i could be studying for math or german or history
but i'm thinking about you.

i don't know your favorite color, or i would have painted them that shade.
though, unless your favorite color is
pink
purple
silver
crusty blue or
clear
then i guess i couldn't anyway because those are the only colors i have.

Tears of joy:

Saying goodmorning to two strangers.
On a path you followed—
when you didn't know where else to go.

A path you pondered
your inevitable end.

Profoundly finding love in the breeze,
and purpose in the birds songs.

Seeing grief in the trees,
and loss in the empty benches

Hope calling in the bare winter branches,
and slivers of life—
screaming,
in the slow ponds.

Sighs of relief,
laughter that feels like home.

A pep, in your step!

Saying goodmorning to two strangers;
With truth—
And tears, that felt like joy.

to my future lover,
to my future boy,
to my future love of my life and the like.

we haven't met yet,
and i'm not sure if we will,
but i'm willing to ask you a few questions of mine.

promise you'll be gentle?
promise you'll be kind?
promise you'll be loyal, mine and only mine?

i hope it's not too much,
i hope i'm not too much,
i hope you're okay with those requirements of mine,
i hope you're okay with holding me in your arms,
to drown,
to melt,
to snuggle in every inch of them.

please be gentle,
please be honest,
please be kind,
please be mine.

always, with undying love,
yours, sammy.

You're Here
You're here with me
Still there
Even when we are in silence
Even when we are bored
Even when we are sad
Even when we are mad at each other
Even when we fight
Even when we hate each other
You're still here
And I will
Trust me, I will
I will be with you
Forever
And ever
I love you
And I always will
I will love you unconditionally

I love you—oh, how fiercely I do,
but sometimes I dream of hearing it too.
Not just in touches or quiet care,
but in words that linger, bold and rare.

Tell me you need me, wild and true,
that every thought circles back to "us two."
Say my name like it’s a prayer,
filled with longing, raw and bare.

Be obsessed—don’t hold it back,
let your love be fierce, let it attack.
Want me wildly, without shame,
ignite my heart and fan the flame.

I crave to hear, not just to know,
the depths where your affections go.
Let passion spill from every word,
let your heart's symphony be heard.

Tell me I’m yours, claim me loud,
like the only star in your sky-bound crowd.
Show me love that leaves no doubt,
a love that shouts, that cries out loud.

I’m here, giving all of me,
but I long for your words, wild and free.
So speak, my love, don’t hold it in—
let obsession be where we begin.