One truth is, is that love is hard; it isn't perfect, we aren't meant to be perfect beings. another truth is that we are still in the beginning; but my soul is connected to you in ways i thought only existed in the imaginations of lovers. we aren't perfect; we fight and have bad days, but we love deeper than any moonlit ocean, and compromise when the other isn't feeling grounded to our mother earth. the third truth is that you are undoubtly the love of my life; and we are not who we once were. everything has led to this moment, to the people we are now and who we continue to grow to be. the connection i feel to you fills my spirit, my soul, with indescribable beauty. so, my love, let's grow old together on this beautiful journey, and after this life, i will begin my search again; making my way home to you❤
you are the person who makes my life sound like an unsung poem, unscripted;so it remains only mine.
there is so much i want to do to you..to sneak into your little moments and watch you in them.
i want to be besotted with the feeling of your fingers devouring my neck with a sweet intent.
i want to witness with my eyes,the crinkling of your skin around your eyes when you smile. i want to see my image in the retina of your eyes when you laugh out hard.
the subtle bulge that forms between your eyebrows when you frown (however rare).
i want to wake up to the sound of your feet patting on the wooden floor early in the morning. i want to witness it all...
the shape of your magic like face, the throbbing beat of your heart on your wrist.
i want to look at you while you watch something you love ,with gleaming eyes, i want to reckon those billions of starts that twinkle in them at that moment. i want to feel every short gasp of breath you take , very closely,so i always remind myself that you are alive and that you are real!
i want to secretly gaze at you while you gaze at me ..and wonder if your palms are an infinite expanse of love that could caress my face forever. i will also want to stare at you unconsciously because you are like the profound words i only imagined to write in my poetry. you however exceed my artistic capabilities to define you. i want to notice every sigh you take ,every twist of your tongue, every tilt of your lips, every stubble on your cheeks.
i want to listen your every moan,every outburst of your laughter and every sob of your silent cries..i want to absorb them all in me. i want to read every reflex response your body makes and analyse the meaning behind it.
i want to love you like a poet reeling hopelessly to be a romantic, to embrace you knowing nothing yet everything. i want to simply love you in your entirety, in your elusiveness.
in this world, and in this life.
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The sky is blue first, familiar like his face. the sky is blue, like my back; i've been lying for too long now. blue, like the shirt that is no longer white, lying at the back of my wardrobe, undesired. i thought they'd be cleaner, better but they are blue. i think i'll wear them because i'm too. the sky turns purple, as i finally get up from the bed, with marijuana pumping in my veins. i'm wearing a blue t-shirt and sadness. i'm flying in the purple sky. i forget his face but not for long. i'll fall, like the sun. the sky is red like my favourite lipstick, like his favourite dress, like the blood on my thighs. the blade isn't too sharp, but i think it's helping. the sky turns yellow. yellow like the daisies. i uproot them and put it in a vase. they'll die, but in my messed up room, unkempt for weeks, they're bringing order. i feel yellow, i wash the blue t-shirt. they are white now, like they always were. like they were supposed to be. the sky roars, and at last it rains.🌈☁ .