I watch her dance in the pale moonlight,
Her wild heart that never stays.
Yet for her, the world stands still,
Her sigh breaks men like me.

In every glance, in every sigh,
She holds the world beneath her eyes.
A gentle hand, a steady will,
And when she smiles, the stars ignite.

For love is her, and she is love,
And in her eyes, I see it clear
All that I want, and all that’s dear.

love in my throat, caught stuck, then swallowed--
dulled razor blades descend, hit my stomach,
and dissolve into honeyed drink that soothes me.
it is rough to start, as we may all know,
and eases itself into our core when we let the right one in.
and i did, without question. we may fight, sometimes,
about the silliest things, but that fire
is what heats my heart when i'm at my lowest.
she's beautiful beyond words, and sweet and cute and kind,
but never tell her that or she'll curse you with her evil
wizard magicks.
i love what she is and what she isn't--
patient (no), passionate (yes), and that she cares
about me in a way that invalidates my previous hurt.
i worry that i won't be good enough, that she'll find someone better
for her, or that i'll do something stupid to ruin it all.
but the essence i've consumed by living teaches me to improve,
compels me, not just for her sake but mine.
love is teaching me, warm honeyed drink in me, and i listen.
all that i can say after this is: thank you.

I wouldn't call it love
What I felt when I first met him
But I certainly felt something
Which I quickly wrote off as whim
A tickle in my chest
That inched down to my fingertips
Then made its way back up
To raise the corners of my lips

It wasn't all that special though
I've had crushes before
If you're looking for a sappy tale
You'll have to look some more
Love came in like all other fancies
A hint of what could be
Who knew that in such little time
It would progress so differently

I don't think love is blatant
It has no trumpet fare
One day while you aren't looking
It just sneaks in and pulls up a chair
So maybe next time you feel
A small tickle or your face flush
Remember every great love story
Starts with "just" a crush

When I was younger, it all seemed like play,
I bit my own tongue without knowing the way.
Tarnished my name, got caught in the mess,
Too busy chasing honey to notice the stress.

Chasing the sweet, I missed the bitter bite,
Blind to the venom hiding in plain sight.
In cold moments, I feel the regret,
The honey I chased, the venom I let.