Water is wet
The sky is blue
You are beautiful
The earth is round
Gravity holds us to it
You are breathtaking
Oxygen fills our lungs
The ocean is deep
You are mine

Is love the yellow roses you gave me for my birthday?
Is love the way my heart stops when you say my name?
Is love the smile you flash when I wink at you?
Is love the heartfelt letter you wrote me?
Is love the cheesy valentines from tumblr that we send?
Is love the way you curled around me in the night?
Is love the midnight FaceTime calls we've had?
Is love the heart shaped papers covering the school hallways?
Is love the thrill I get whenever you call me "baby"?
*Is love what I'm feeling?

"It's like you're the only people who exist."

I can't say it isn't true...
She is a light
at end of the tunnel,
shining in the endless dark.



"It's like you can never be apart from each other."

I can't say it isn't true...
She is oxygen
in the air,
holding fragile life together.



"It's like you're in love."*

Oh, I can't say it isn't true...
She is everything
to me,
loving wholly and unconditionally.

There surrounded
hungry, fast, frenzied
Here alone
loving, affectionate, desperate

"We human beings spend our whole lives chasing after love. So when you find yourself in the extraordinarily rare position of being passionately loved in return by your beloved, please do not waste precious time worrying about whether their genitals are the right shape."

The people I work with are unique in every possible way.
They're all like little divided pieces of myself...
and when I told them that, not one of them even blinked.

"That's deep, man. I know what you mean... I feel the same way."

Finally, acceptance.

They don't judge the way I speak or act or think.
They even enjoy the poems I write and leave on the board.
They accept each other for everything that they are.

--
Jourdan is living in anxiety and takes ten minute smoke breaks to smooth
that rough edge.
("I really should quit, but it reminds me of my dad.")

Chris is a dancer and dances in the bus station when no one can see
that elegant movement.
("Yes, I'm gay, in case you were wondering.")

Myranda is intelligent and I tell her that everyday just to make her smile
that beautiful smile.
("Can I leave my textbooks up here?")

Becky is a singer and sings with me whenever good music plays over
that old speaker.
("Hi I'm Becky and I can sing your order for you if you'd like!")

Danny is practically a comedian and the jokes he throws around are
that ******* funny.
("Stuuuu? Why are you making chocolate pudding?")

Brandon is a flirt and he's constantly coming up with reasons to come to
that front lobby.
("Hey Leigh! Can you put this tip in my waistband?")
--

All of these people are so different, yet so alike.
We get along just fine.
I couldn't ask for anyone better.

Your love fills all the white space
on the blank canvas of this life.

I washed my bed sheets before you came over
in hopes that if they were clean,
your scent would linger once you left.

And now that you've gone?

They smell like sunlight on a spring day.

They smell like love in the morning.

So I burrow myself next to your heart and count the time that's passed.
Wonderful...
They smell like
*you.

It's taken a long time to let myself freely love.
For a while, I didn't believe love even existed...

But my God, do I love you.

I could go on and on and on,
but words could never be enough.

I've only been able to come up with a single sentence:

**Your name pulses as steady as a heartbeat in my thoughts.

And you're a liar, at least all of your friends are
And so am I, just typically drowned in my car
It's my party and I'll cry to the end
You must try harder than kissing all of my friends

It takes a bit more, yeah it takes a bit more than you
It takes a bit more, yeah it takes a bit more than you

You're alive, at least as far as I can tell you are
And so am I, you beat me down and then we're back to my car
And it's so ironic how it's only been a year
And it's not my fault that you ****** everybody here

Do you know what it's like to die alive?