I Don't know what to say
When I get home

Did I miss you?
"Yes"
Do I love you?
"Yes"
Do I want you?
"Yes"
Am I staying?
"I dont know"

You hurt her
Your hands too big too strong
Your love too fickle
Don't you know her heart is forest
And you are fire
Be gentle next time
She is worth more than you
But this you know

On your first date
She will ask your favorite book
And watch your face
like shes trying to memorise the details
She will show you a night like youve never seen
Because she sees everything

You'll know you're dating a writer
Because she is always changing
Understand that in her mind
She is a character always under revision
She will never ask your permission

Youll know you'rw dating a writer
When love moves past infatuation
You'll see her yearning for fire
Kindle that flame
Because she can't live without it
And you will never be the same

I once thought I had never loved
But you
It's true and it isn't
I can remember thinking that I loved before
I can remember tearstreaked eyes
And heart pain
But as I lye next to you
In our bed
The way this feels makes
Every other so insignificant and meaningless
That I know I have only really loved you
You're the only one that matters
A truth I'm finally okay with

When the elephant's-ear in the park
Shrivelled in frost,
And the leaves on the paths
Ran like rats,
Your lamp-light fell
On shining pillows,
Of sea-shades and sky-shades,
Like umbrellas in Java.

Somewhere inside my ribcage
the one your hands grasp
and linger over
the one that holds my lungs
that are fit to burst when i see you
is a heart which loves you
it relishes your words
and only beats your name
in its frantic paces
and its rare steady ones
as it stumbles and rushes
and when I am peacefully in your arms
holding you close
my head on your shoulder
just feeling you solidly there
and writing stories
and sharing love
and with you
my entire world is music
and my heart loves your heart
because i can hear it speaking with mine
somewhere beneath your ribcage
beside the lungs that give volume
to precious words
is your heart
and i can feel it beat against my hand
and i can hear you say
that you love me

I love holding your hand
how i can feel your heart beat
in my finger tips
I love the warmth of your skin
against my ever cold body
i love kissing
at night
and in the morning
and when you leave for work
and when you're being silly
i love dancing with you
when i get home
I love being yours
I love you
I am fascinated
You are an enigma
that my scientist brain can never understand
  and my writers heart can never put into words
you are stardust
and stomach butterflies
you are the most nonsensical
and yet most vital concept in my world.
I am convinced that you are magic
and not in the silly tricks kind of way
but in the way magic existed
before people figured out science
and who's to say they are not the same
you can show me the chemicals in my brain
that make up love.
but no,
what we have is magic
because you make me notebooks
out of six pack cardboard,
you make me dance in front of strangers,
and i can't come up
with a sensible reason that you still
steal my breath just by existing.