he always said he
could count his
flaws on
both hands

but;
I loved him for
the way
his imperfections
made him whole ..

I saw how his
soul
was so
beautifully
torn and

that all of his
imperfectly scattered
pieces
would always
fit together perfectly
with mine

As we lay there
he pulled me close
he knew my eyes
"tell me..
he said..
tell me what troubles
are hidden behind
those eyes, my love
and let us put them
far away"
and as his fingers
softly brushed
the hair
from my eyes..
for the life of me
i couldn't remember
a single
one

They said I might never
fully regain all sensation
I mean
the scars are pretty deep
but
today
i pressed the flesh
testing just to see
Just to see
if the feeling
had come back
and I'm glad to say
it felt good
I could feel the warmth
of my fingertips
gently touching
and I know
that's a good sign..
right?
and maybe
just
maybe
one day
my heart will feel
like it had never
Loved you
at all

I don't think he knows
how much
he fills my
heart;
how
his movements
have made themselves
at home inside..
he makes me want
to push back
the furniture
just so
I can watch
him dance

and for the first
time
in my
life

I felt loved

it was like
the
exhilaration
of free
falling

at
terminal
velocity

without a parachute

trusting you
implicitly

that
with your
pure heart

your
kindness and

your
words of
forever

you had then
fashioned
me wings

taking your delight
as you watched
me soar

Sometimes
The little voice
inside says
"Well there you go,
That just proves your worth,
not very much.. is it?"
And more often than
I'd like to admit
I'm inclined to agree
So I reply
In a smaller voice
*"I know"

even in autumn
she wore flowers
in her hair

as if
they belonged
next to her beautiful
mind
like the daisies
belonged
growing within
the grass

she was an angel
in a summer dress
whispering
To me
her darkest secrets

like precious gifts
She spilt them
from her sweet tongue
into my mouth

and i knew i would
never again
go hungry
as i ate every
single
one