& tomorrow morning while she opens her eyes, kiss her neck to make sure she wakes up with a smile. Don’t get up & cook her a fancy breakfast that she’ll only eat half of, instead lay there & play with her hand as the sun rays bright up the room. As the smell of her skin enlightens your life. Despite of how much she criticizes her hands, let her see how much of a perfect fit they are for yours. Of how after long days of sailing her hands are the lighthouse your boat will always follow in search of home. Play with her hair until she falls back asleep & listen to her heartbeat, watch her dream. & while she’s slipping away from the world tell her everything. Of how you at times miss her even after just seeing her. Of how you melt every time she says your name. Of how every letter to hers has become everything to you. Of how she completes you. Tell her how you bruised your knuckles in breaking your walls to have her come in & sat there for days & watched them bleed out every bit of doubt yet you never emptied them out. How you refused to show her fearing she’d hurt in trying to fix them & realizing she couldn’t heal all of me. But tell her she was always enough for me. Tell her 10 or 40 years from now while wheelchair shopping, I’ll still look at her & feel the world stop. How I’ll always carry a piece of her & how she’ll always have a hug saved with me.

Something about your eyes,
make my knees shake slightly
when they lock on mine
Something about your voice,
has me speaking in circles just
to hear more
I'm begging for your hands,
like an infant who wants to be held
Reaching out every time you turn away
He is so etched into every curve in my veins
I never could bleed him out
You are the first person in a year and a half
who doesn't feel like a temporary
alternative to the pain of him
No
I don't compare your words
to the ones he'd use
I just listen intently
and then unravel at the seams
I just wanna be sewn into your skin
You're every bit of beauty
I can breathe in at once
And I swear I'm falling all over you
Please catch me

Love is not about the film
but the popcorn

Love is not about the book
but the story

Love is not about the ballet
but stepping on each other's toes

Love is not about a poem
but trying to write it

tragedy is the makeup she wears,
tears of pain wash away her hopeless dreams,
the scars on her skin show the unforgotten past,
the black hole from which all happiness in her life is drained,
she holds her hand out,
endlessly,
hopelessly,
wishing for someone to grab it,
to take her away,
wishing for someone to smother her fire,
yet her candle still burns,

as i look in her eyes,
i see not the sorrow,
not the tortured and beaten soul that she sees,
i see life,
reality and compassion,
the raw truth,
that is unseen by most that look at her,
i see the most ravishing and divine creature to ever exist on this meager planet,
my love for her is not from lust or selfish needs,
its from the soul,
and that love will never stop burning,
one day i will take her hand,
and make her mine,
make up for all the other men that have failed her before me,
but until then,
i wait from a distance,
cold and alone,
with my hand out,
endlessly,
hopelessly,

The rain is coming down like an ocean unravelling,
just like my heart once did for you
-- a tsunami,
a whirlwind of emotion.

Come drown me again,
Come wash me with your voice.

There's a flood
and I think
I think
I may have been in love.

There's a flood
outside.
There's a flood
in my mind.

Your words
raindrops
muting
my thoughts.

There's a flood
and suddenly,

everything is you.
                               *-lf-