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chrissy who Jun 2015
How do I explain to you
Why I think I love you more
When it's a conglomeration of the little things

Like the fact that I finally feel good enough
Like I don't need to change.

The fact that whether I like it or not,
My plans have started shifting.

I've never been so scared of feelings.
Never been so unsure of the future,
Watching it approach faster than it ever has before
All the while holding your hand
And thus feeling secure.

I really don't want to compare you to her
And really, you make it easy for me not to.
Because this is so different than the last time.
chrissy who Jun 2015
They say you shouldn't look directly at the sun
But how can I resist
Focusing on you
chrissy who May 2015
Of all the things I have,
The thought of losing you
Scares me the most
chrissy who May 2015
Words plummet from my mouth disconcertingly.

Does water think about what it's doing
Before it goes over the falls?
chrissy who Apr 2015
Sometimes I kiss you with eyes
Open
So that I can watch the
Lovely
Curve of your jawline as your lips
Move
With mine
chrissy who Apr 2015
Your touch not only takes my breath away,
But also gives it back.
In and out
A necessary cycle
I didn’t know the world could be so
Still.
Every moment,
Our faces close enough for two to become one
I can barely see you but

I don’t need to.

I can feel you.

I can feel us.

I can sense us,
The energy is palpable.
Our auras vibrating so intensely,
They’re almost solid.
I feel solid when I’m with you.
You hold my hand and I swear I wouldn’t notice if the world crashed and burned,
Because you kiss me and
It’s already gone.
I’ve always wanted to walk on the moon.
Who knew all I had to do
Was start dating you.
chrissy who Mar 2015
There are parts of this that terrify me
I avoid questions like a mom avoids the room of a
Sleeping child
For fear of waking parts of me that existed once.
I don’t want to mess this up
By continuing to move at the speed of a freight train,
But we don’t have much time and it seems
That that’s the only choice we have.
It’s not the only choice we have
It’s the choice my body wants me to make
Because it’s been drawn to you in the way that a
Bee is drawn to a flower full of nectar
For quite some time now
And it’s hard to deny the powdery pollen that coated me as soon as I jumped in.
I don’t know how we got to this point
But I thank my lucky ancestry every day
That I get to fall asleep to the lilting tilt of your voice,
Botched as it sometimes is by the 976 seeming light-years between us.

You are fire.
Everything about you breathes passion
You are a fire and I am the earth underneath you
You let me see what you are made of.
You let me cradle you as you flare up and as you simmer down to embers
The earth is never afraid of getting burned.
But sometimes I am.
Your eyes smolder with a love that could melt boulders
And sometimes trust is hard for me.
I know that’s hypocritical but you’ll have to forgive me
Even the earth has many faces.
Mountains grow tall and intimidating
Creating walls that people make games of climbing
The mountains letting them think they won,
Even some of the hardest house a molten core.
Plains keep the earth close
Dirt suddenly under your fingernails and staining your clothes
Seemingly from nowhere
You aren’t sure how you let it get there.
With sand you can make the most impressive of castles
That will fall away as soon as a wave removes its foundation.
Sand has trust issues.
As soon as she feels your fingers falter
She’ll start to slip through the cracks
But at the same time she clings to you from another angle.
Following you home and turning your carpets to sandpaper,
Your floors into gross renditions of the shoreline.
Sand will make sure you can’t forget her.
And she’s patient.
Even as the ocean,
Turned red from the effort of reflecting the beauty of the sun,
Ebbs farther and farther away,
To homes on other shores,
She waits.
She knows that though she’s been left before, this time it’s different.
The warmth of the sun still radiates within her
Reminding her of that.
Telling her that maybe
Her fear isn’t so rational after all.
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