Everything You Are

You're the book I opened and couldn't set down, I had to have you there and then.
You're the tasty morsel that made me finish the cake, alone in the kitchen without a fork.
You're the cool glass of water of a hot summer's day, I drank you all in one big gulp.
You're the drop of rain that fell on my face and kept me dancing in the storm.
You're the one I'll never get over, and, darling, I hope I'll never have to try.
You're the one I've been waiting for my whole life. The wait was worth it, it was.

I Love You

I don't know if I'll ever be able to express how much I truly love you. I only hope that I'll have the rest of my life to try.

Why I Stopped Running

I realized why I started running, and why, when I got home, I stopped. I started running the day I broke up with you. Not even an hour after we spoke, my feet were hitting the treadmill, and the sweat poured down my face so there wasn't anything left for the tears to form. I didn't run munch when we got back together, and then, for some reason, I started running again when I saw you. I don't know why, but I poured myself into running instead of into our relationship. I decided to focus on me being happy instead of us being happy, and then I neglected you. I forgot that I needed to work on us in order to have an us. And I kept running because it made me happy; it made me skinny; it was something easy that I could control. And then running stopped making me happy, and I felt everything. The pain from when you broke up with me, the loneliness surrounding me, and the demons I'd been fighting to ignore all that time. Then I found help and happiness and hope without running and without you, and I realized I could be happy with running and with you.

Licking Flames

It was like licking flames, darling. The heat in my mouth, the rush of adrenaline. You're name on my lips set a fire that never died. Every time I thought of you I felt the burning in my mouth, along my gums, between my teeth, slowing moving to the back of my throat. And each time I thought of you, the fire burned a little further, a little deeper, until it was everywhere inside me. The flames consumed me, and I was yours, ready to do anything to spend a moment in your arms. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks whenever your name rushed through my mind. I saw the burns on my body where you had graced me with your fingertips. Darling, I fell in love with the flames and that burning sensation running through me. I was addicted to the heat, and all I wanted was to keep licking the flames.

That Day You Left Me (I Let You Leave)

I'll never forget that day - I let you slip away. Off the bed, out the door, into the car to that other home. She was waiting with open arms, and you smiled a smile so warm. A smile I hadn't seen in such a long while. I've thought about you everyday since that last day when I let you leave. I've thought about everything we could've been, and everything we still can be. But you're still smiling in her warm embrace. I know that you and I will never be the same as we once were, the way we were before she came into your life and opened her doors.

Thoughts

I fell asleep last night thinking I could marry you tomorrow. I woke up feeling the same way. Then you surprised me, and I realized I know I can marry you tomorrow. I'm ready when you are, love.

I love you

I know I may not always say it, and I know my actions don't always reflect it, but I am madly and deeply in love with everything about you.

Love Story

It started with the click of a button, the flash of a bulb, the smile of that girl. A whisper of wind blew through her hair as the sun sprinkled joy across her face. She laughed while she pretended to be embarrassed, shying away from the glass and mirrors facing her. Then she looked back, and the power of her gaze melted my heart. That’s when I knew I was in love with photography and everything my camera captured.

Everything and Nothing

I know everything about you, stranger. I know your favorite color, of course, and the jeans you wear the most. I could comb your hair out of your eyes the exact same way you do. I can recite the number of freckles covering your skin more quickly than you could count them. I know the feeling of the scar on your back as well as I feel the beat of my heart skip when I see you. I know the color of your eyes is my new favorite color, and the places you visit I now also frequent. I know you think talking to me is a game. I know you find it fun to make me wait for my phone to ring. I know everything, and yet I know nothing. I don't know if you know how much your game is killing me. I don't know if you can see the pain writhing inside me. I'm not sure if you can tell that I'm going through hell waiting for you to speak. I hope you don't know I'm dangling by a thread that's bound to break.

The Girl with the Tear-streaked Cheeks

The bright summer days were not enjoyed by the girl with the tear-streaked cheeks.

The warm sunlight breeze did not grace her skin as she sat under the covers all day.

The pink and purple sunset fell behind the hills without a glance from the girl.

The peaceful moonlight was not seen through the closed shutters on her windows.

Her friends' laughter was not heard by the girl who was stuck in a past romance.

Her meals were not enjoyed as they used to be while she numbed herself to everything.

Yet somehow that essence of the summer days could not compare to the essence of her.

The tears that escaped and the whimpers she whispered called to a beauty beyond words.

The past she remembered was so filled with love that it drowned out the empty present.