I wish I could 
Crawl inside her ear
And tunnel through to her brain
And remind her everyday
How much she is holding in her arms.

I wish I could
Swim through her veins 
Pulse inside her like blood
Rush through her heart
And make a place in there
For all the love you've given. 

I wish my words
Crawled through your ears
Filled your mind with thoughts
Of endless wonder
Pulsed through your veins
Touched your heart 
And made you believe.

It hurts worse to feel
the ache Of your bones
Than to feel
The crushing cravings of my own.

You were the first to see me so exposed.
It was innocent then -
Or maybe it was just foolish.
Either way it was raw and real;
The way love is supposed to be
And the way love is
Before we dig out our masks
And dance it in masquerades.

You used to look at me in the eye.
You used to clutch me
In the palms of your open hands.
I was naked
And yet I did not feel vulnerable;
I felt seen.

Now you paint over my eyes.
You paint beautiful things -
You always were an artist -
But with your paint you cover me.
You cover me so I cannot be seen.
You cover me with your colors
And now I do feel vulnerable.

This is me loving you. 
This is my love serving as a buoy
A little reminder
That you can never let yourself swim
Further than our tender hearts can bear

This is me loving you. 
This is my love serving as a life preserver
A little reminder 
That you can never let yourself drown 
When I am diving in to catch you 
(Always)

This is me loving you. 
This is my love attempting to save you.

There are the kinds of friendships
You make in kindergarten
With the girl in piggy tales 
And a missing front tooth
That last for a dozen years, 
Through your parents divorce 
and your first heartbreak 
your awkward stage 
And all your embarrassing moments 
And those kinds of friendships
Are wonderful 
And can be filled with so much good 
Until you grow up and grow apart
And fade into nothing but
Used-to-be's
And leftover promises.
But the best kinds of friendships
Don't last til graduation
Or maybe even until the fall. 
The best kinds of friendships
Are spontaneous 
And free. 
The best version of a person is 
The one you have 
For the fleeting moments
Of hot summers in little towns
Rope swings and canals 
Zip lines and lazy hours spent 
Cuddling in front of the tv. 
The best version of a person
Is the version you only get briefly
The version you meet and probably
Only know for a few weeks at most
The friends that you make in 
Ten seconds flat
With your best friends cousin 
Or that girl at summer camp. 
Those are the moments 
And the people worth living for.