ending up with you
is one of the only things i'm certain of
as each day passes i love you more than the last
and you make the hours go by so fast
drops of love keeping falling into a bucket
that never seems to over flow
as there is always room for more
and i'll always have more to give
you love me even when I'm crazy
you love me even when all the walls are closing in
and all you can do is look through the window
and smile sweetly
you love me even when im angry
and punch you in the arm
with all my might
though luckily my might isn't enough to bring harm
you love me even when i can't love myself
and then you reteach  me how
until i figure it out

there is something to be said
for a sadness you can hear
it is mostly made up
of a lot of sounds lacking
the sound of silence
before you fall asleep
the sound that
you're alive
but forgot how to breathe
there is something to be said
about the sound of giving up
and how you suddenly hear everything
when you've realized you're done
everything all at once
so deafening
you can barely get up

waking      up     to         find
dust  his  atoms  left  behind
catches my breath sometimes.
though  i  can  barely  recall
why      I          was     so    still
when     he     flew     away
and                    disappeared
gone          fo­r             good.
was  it  his  eyes  I  loved?
was  it  the  earnest  way
hetried todo everythingright?
how  is it that I sometimes
miss the smell of his soap
yet I can't remember the acts
of  actually  loving  him?
sometimes I think my soul
has a way of remembering
things        my        mind
has      chosen    to   forget
until     I     fall      asleep
and  my   mind   and  soul
try              to                 meet
and i dream of his eyelashes
and  the  soles   of  his   feet

I can see
the fabric of time
in the speckles of your eyes
I can hear
whispers of the future
in your voice when you hum
I can feel the next 60 years
in the palms of your hands
I can smell it in the nape of your neck

I still wake up in cold sweat
I still dream about you holding both my small wrists in your one hand
I can still hear the tearing of my butterfly print underwear
As you ripped off the last bit of innocence I had.

i would say that I'm happy to have you,
so you can hold me when I'm lost in the dark,
but the truth is,
there is no more darkness,
since I've been with you.


*i guess you were the light i was waiting for