our reality

Right Now,

you are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen,

a head coated in sunshine

full of thoughts that will amaze

and blooming to those skyline eyes

a smile to set my heart ablaze

You are

Beautiful

in a dramatic and eye-catching way—

Spectacular

I Adore—

—your nose,

how it slopes like a ski piste

and whistles while you sleep

and in such a world of inconsistencies

I cherish these sweet dusks and dawns

where I can roll over to face your yawns

and boop your button nose like I so often do

I love every second of my time with you,

but that makes me love it all the more

—your smile

how it lights up an entire scene

and ignites this heart inside of me

with lines that have carved into your cheeks

from your immense capacity

to care so deeply

over these years

showing how truly rare someone like you really is

—your eyes

the way they dance and glisten like my own,

reflecting back my stinging love lust for you

like a mirror of divinity

and as you get lost in this soul of mine

know that I am in the midst

of pouring all my devotion

into every crevice and piece

that is within the concept of ‘we’

I love you,

fully

in the most magnificent of ways

to love someone,

that is how I love you

the truth rings loud in my ears,

my fingers tremble in telling you that

I want to be with you

tomorrow,

and the next day,

and the next day

until there are no more days unaccounted for

that don't have you filling in the

gray areas and empty cracks

with your catalytic color and ability to make me smile

I was a true love cynicist,

a philophobic philanthropist

who refuted the idea that love exists,

but you,

You Feel Right.

You're So Lovely.

I think about you all the time;

I’ve got it terribly bad for you

and everyone knows it--

I'm just so taken by you,

I’d lose myself within your serendipitous soul

any day of the week

and if I lost you,

I’d never really lose you,

because you hold a piece of me

others could only dream

of getting a glimpse of

There are claims that say

in that bold italicized ink

He Made Affection Feel Simple

I could never wrap my head around such

Particular Passion Propaganda

as no such proclivity

had ever been revealed to me

but You

have rounded edges and soft curves

You

have a silky touch and a soothing sound

You

have eyes that reflect right back at mine

and for once

I feel the full weight and value

of inhaling someone else's breath

you’re perfect,

a statement which you argue

so I revise—

you're perfect to me,

This is not a cherried statement

in sugaring cursive made to appease.

Believe me when I say

that no one quite compares to you,

I cannot overlook your kindness

or take you for granted

I refuse,

there is nobody else

Only You

No,

there was never such a perfect pair

of such befitting size

as you and I

“you’re perfect,” you believe

a statement which I deny

so you revise—

“you're perfect to me.”

I'm just really grateful that

you're you,

that I've met you,

and that of all the different courses

this is the one our reality has given us.

You say

we are the fan favorites of this sitcom show

we claim as our own

the dream team, starry-eyed, through the ages lovers

who the crowd roots for on and on

with each passing smile

and every shared kiss

they play their cheesy sentimental track,

the ‘will they, won't they lock it down’

the terrible agony of ‘will they make it work?’

and the answer will beg to remain yes

because we will make it so.