If the person you love
Is truly
Holding you up
Then there's no way
You could fall
For someone else

Throughout this soundtrack that I call my life,
       your heart is the beat,
          your voice is the lyrics,
   your soul is the slow and steady rhythm,
             your kisses are the chorus
       and your face is the album art.
Without you,
  I would never hear music the same again.

I call him the architect,
He saw the small town
Within me and built cities.
He saw the lake within me
And created seas. He saw the
Hills within me and built
Mountains that touched the
The sky.

But he didn't see me.

So he left and the world shook
And destroyed the land within.
But I can't even bring myself to
Mourn the world he so sweetly
Crafted. I can't bring myself to hate
That the land I built isn't the same.
As he showed me that the
worlds that last are the ones
We build for ourselves.

I'd love to point you out
In the constellation of a crowd
As someone I used to know
A lover of long ago
And nothing more

Yet you were the biggest star
The sun at least
So how would I forget you

passion wasn’t in your dictionary
even though
you tried to show me
time and time again
that it was

and thats fine
because at least you tried
to show me
the blank space
where passion
was supposed to be

I have this book
I write down all my thoughts
Unfinished or not
They finish me
The parts of my heart
My life together
Paper is my life
It connects me to other poets
And other writers
And other artists
Of every different kind.

i want to know you enough
to know how you like your coffee
i want to see you enough
to watch your face light up at the little things
i want to hear you enough
to listen to the words you'd say when nobody's around
i  want to feel you enough
to know how it is to intertwine my fingers in yours
i want to be around you enough
to understand your being, so beautiful and complex

but as silly as it is,
although we're lifetimes apart,
i still seem to find you everywhere:
in sunsets, in flower beds, in the rain,
in the things i love
for you make me feel the same way they do—
yet this isn't quite enough.