Longing

the tears well up over the surfaces the eyes
like hot waves covering the sand
some like to call it nostalgia 
but in this present tense, we call it sadness
the simple kind that overcomes you
like the shade that is created on a sunny day
when the clouds filter the sunlight
it's the unavoidable breeze that blows the hair 
in front of your face
when all your trying to do is see 
it's the longing for something better
but not knowing what it could be
it's like being stranded on a small island
and surrounding you, 
the sea.

Water and Oil

We're like water and oil

it's guaranteed every time

you can't even begin to comprehend me

and I

I don't know where to begin this time

loving you isn't a question

no

its always the answer, but

overtime it would be nice if we

could begin to understand each other

isn't that the beginning to being a good lover?

The Ring

I dreamt of a ring, last night
and it went all the way around as circles do
it was a life that embraced every color ranging in every hue
it consisted of the good and bad
it had experienced its share of sickness and health
the ring had a gorgeous center
a halo'd diamond that was also round
similar to the shape that lovers make
when swaying and waltzing a bout
the ring was symbolic of a life already started
a halo'd life
with love being reflected all around
when finally placed on my finger
I dreamt that forever
was already the life
that I share with you
and now I had a gorgeous ring too

The Mr.

His breath 

His lips

His ears 

So peaceful when he's laying here

Right next to me

So perfectly

His hand around my waist

His face in place

Around the nape of my neck 

I'm perfectly content

His warmth radiates 

But we have the covers pulled up 

His toes wiggle a little because 

he doesn't like to wear socks

Our legs are intertwined 

and I don't mine 

When it's time to cuddle 

We love holding each other 

All night

And it feels so right.

This man is all mine.

Emotionalism

When do they realize that by loving someone emotionally 

is the beginning to loving someone at all?

How is it possible that by loving someone logically

Is the biggest insult in the world?

Do not confine them to your black and white 

Do not confuse them with a yes or no

They are grey matter

An odd combination of both 

They are unsychronized movement

A miscellaneous thought, uncontrolled 

They are complex and dynamic 

The very opposite of simple and dull 

Do not limit them and their ability to feel 

every little thing 

So perfectly 

So completely 

So entirely discretely 

That all they are to you 

Is emotional. 

It is no handicap

This is the very nature of us all.

Pillow Talk

I want to stay up talking

While you play with my hair, in bed

I want to toss and turn all excited

While I tell you stories from inside my head

It doesn't take much to please me

It's your attention that's all I'm seeking

To see you watching me is magic

The feeling is exhilarating and absolutely fantastic

I love it when you ask me questions 

But more so when you contribute to our time

Staying up talking while facing each other cuddling 

I couldn't imagine a better way to end the night.

I wish I wasn't the only one who felt this way tonight. 

Some Thoughts on Expectations

Expectations kill relationships as I'm sure you've heard. It hasn't killed mine yet however, I'm almost certain that if I don't change my course soon I'll be saying R-I-P to my relationship. Relationships are delicate and...they're designed to be in "the moment"...or so I'm finding. I guess you could say I have a hard time living in the moment. It's fleeting to me, shallow almost. Taking a moment for surface value and never considering the ripple effect it will have in the grand scheme of things...humanity. (Did I just over-complicate this?) Anyways, a moment comes and goes like a fly buzzing around  a vacant room, never taking the same path twice, always missing the opportunity to be predictable and consistent. I'll be honest, the unknown scares me. Especially in a relationship.

Trust

Trust is such a funny thing...
It's either you have it or you don't.
Or you're an odd case like me where, you don't really know.
I trust very cautiously, but not at first...
You have to give me a reason,
for me to start withholding myself.
~
I do admit I can go overboard,
once I close up, it's extremely hard
to make me come back
to the trust I had before.
It's not impossible,
but it's not ideal
love comes at a price
simply to trust is to feel...
and feeling can be a very scary thing
especially when you feel things
all to well.

Again

Won’t you flirt with me a little?


Hold me a little? 


Baby I’m yours so why don’t you help me blush just a little? 


Make this moment something unlike the rest.


Something that sways me, 

and makes my heart flutter in my chest. 
Help me fall in love with you all over again.


And again, and again, and again.

Originally written: 1/13/2014

Cursed

An overactive mind
that has an overactive mouth
is the one kind of curse
that he can't stand to be around
at first, you try
to tame the mouth
but while its tame
the mind begins to
consume itself
how can one
balance the two
because he's annoyed
and overwhelmed by you.