The tracing of fingers
Swirling down my spine

Like the most delicate and intricate
Ice skaters known to our kind

You painted me into existence
With each uplift,
A new part of me appeared

And just like that I felt myself cohere
My soul to those tiny little skaters
That were twisting and twirling

Like magic fairy dust when I was young
A whole new dream world had become
Lost in a fantasy, maybe.

But I still can't quite get over the way you say
"Baby."
And it drives me wild to know,
That I as a person have a newfound home,
In a being that took the time

To use soft brush strokes,
And to draw paintings on me
With his fingertips

Creating a whole new version of ice skating
Bringing a whole new meaning to the word
Refurbished

Because when he slides his fingers across
My skin
I dont feel "reused"

I feel brand new

And all I can think of are these beautiful
Thoughts that come from myself

All spanning from the lines he used
He created a whole new shade of "who"
I no longer ice skate alone,
When my hearts tracing with you.

C.ļ

A wondrous expression
Anxiety driven movements
Shallow breaths and
A cigarette here and there

He watched the clouds
But I watched him
The universe has opened for us
A world of all new

The thought wondered in the back of my mind
What colors would he use?

Are the colors im seeing in him,
Mixing with the colors he sees in me
Are we two lonely people ready
To run full speed?

We lay on the patio,
The wind surrounding us in
Talking about the future,
Or how we just couldn't win

Just 2 more hours,
And a new day began
Neither one us of wanted this one to end

We snuggled in close,
And just like that I hopped off my mountain
I tore down my walls,
And swam to shore

And if he asked me to do it again,
I'd do it plenty more

After feeling what I have,
Knowing what I do,
Seeing how I feel as I stay up
Just to be talked to

I no longer ask if he'd use shades of blue
Or shades of red,

He encased my being
In greens and yellows

And he called it
Rivers and rainbows.

C.ļ

I'll write about you in a new journal
With fresh pages
I will not allow my past words
To get in the way of how I feel

They are obsolete when you are in the room
Slide over,
You can take them
Bury them for me

For all that doesnt
Matter in anyway

When youre the light in the center
Of my room now
And I dont know what I would do

If my past started to bleed on
You too

So with that being said

Let's start brand new

In a journal with no ripped out pages
All for you.

C.ļ

The sound of your voice
brings a soft awakening
To the world inside of me that once did not exist.

The look in your eyes
brings a sense of contentment to the soul
Inside of me,
That once was full of storms.

Waves crash in my mind
When you say
You love me

The blood rushes to my face

Because I know.