you and I
are made up
of the same things
stardust
and
dreams
you and I
are made up
of the same things
stardust
and
dreams
you feel like
a thousand memories
dancing quietly
under my flesh
slowly moving
to the rhythm
of my beating heart
I close my eyes
and let the thunderstorms
rush through my fingertips
she is beautiful
unlike anything
you’ve ever known
and makes you feel
like everything
a gentle breeze
upon your lips
the warmth of summer
kissing your skin
the sweet sound
of her music
floating through you
and resting
upon your bones
and her love
her love
is so beautiful
that it fills
all the spaces
between your soul
and you know
in that moment
that she is just perfect
even in all her
imperfections
tell me
all the things
I shouldn’t hear
and
show me
all the things
I shouldn’t see
let your demons
dance in darkness
with mine
my flesh
upon your own
between the shadows
let me confess
everything
floating inside
this vast space
like a blank canvas
painting pictures
for the world to see
and when
there is no gravity left
to keep me here
I will leave traces
of poetry
everywhere I go
the morning
comes early
when the world
can’t fall asleep
dreams
slip quietly
into the night
and there is
no one else
but me
where do I go
when all I want
is to dream
of you
only you
your words feel like
a million galaxies
upon my skin
rushing
through my veins
like whispers
in the darkness
you are the most
constant thought
in my mind
it feels like
the very element
of you
has found
all the cracks
in my bones
caressing
all the secrets
they keep hidden
deep within
it feels like
your whispers
rush through my skin
and into my veins
strumming
all the delicate
textures of my soul
even
just a fragment
of you
could undo me
here I am
inside these walls
baring my soul
with poetic oxygen
stripped down
for all to see
the depths
of my entirety
my self-portrait
splattered across these
ink-stained pages
unveiled
by my pen
for all to read