y.o.u...a.r.e...m.y

★moonlight★

s h i n i n g t h r o u g h

~the~clouds~

(even in the)

*dark* of *night*

/\/\/\ to cast /\/\/\

--- your beams ---

《upon my face》

s t r e a k e d

[with tear tracks]

y/o/u t/o/u/c/h

_my_cheeks_

^with^

=your=glow=

～as if ～

t o w i p e a w a y

‴the‴tears‴

|and tell me|

‘it’s going to be okay’

{i believe it}

you’ll have to catch the eye

of their soul and take the hand

of their heart: find something they

can’t live without and make them

realize, it wouldn’t be hard at all.

then lean in close and whisper

your promise of eternity;

don’t forget to mention that you leaving

isn’t a possibility.

lastly, take them somewhere special

a place that means everything

to the both of you, and

connect the stars hidden behind their eyes

and tell them all your truths.

the squeezing of my hand in yours

the whisper of a smile in a dark time

coffee and tea made in the morning

beds made and clothes folded

giving you the chance to sleep through the little ones

writing poetry of how i feel when i'm with you on the back of your hand

making breakfast early in the morning so you have something warm to eat

little notes placed around the house, meant to lift your spirits

i like you like

daisies

and laziness

on rainy days.

i like you like crazy

in all the ways.

I immensely enjoy having you around.

fifteen word are neccesary so beep bop beep bop boo

I missed you, did I ever tell you that?

We hadn’t talked in over a month, and stubborn as I am, I didn’t call. I didn’t text. I didn’t even say hi. But, that’s how it always is isn’t it. We both know I’m not a gryffindor. I don’t have a single grain of courage, and somehow that applies to picking up a phone and typing a message. Maybe that’s why we work so well together, you make up for my stupidity, stubbornness, and lack of courage. I missed that.

Go to sleep, eat your dinner, do your homework..!

I’m not your mom, much as I sound like it sometimes. But, you have to sleep. No, I’m not trying to get you off the phone. I could talk with you until 6 am the next morning, but it’s almost midnight. You have a test. You need rest. And, I see it in your eyes, fluttering, struggling to stay open. You’re tired, go to sleep. Goodnight, I....

“I adore you.”

Shut up. LALALALALALA!! I can’t hear youuuuu. Yeah sorry, I can’t take a compliment. Don’t spite me please. You know what, I adore you too, everything about you. You’re the most wonderful person my presence has ever been graced with in my menial existence. HA, how do you like that? I adore YOU.

I actually do adore you.... it wasn’t just sarcasm

I hope that you know I wasn’t joking. Sure, it was sarcastic, to counter what you said about me. But, that’s how it is with us. We just skip around with sarcasm, and debates, and silly arguments. I hope you know, I mean what I say sometimes. Not when I say you’re rude, not when I say I hate you, not when I say you’re mean to me. I never mean that. Everything you do is endearing, it lifts my spirits every day I talk to you. It’s not always sarcasm.

You’re my best friend.

I have nothing to say but that, you’re my best friend. Through everything my own brain and my own thoughts put me through, somehow you’re always there. I don’t believe in the glorified Hollywood idea of best friends where you just have a single friend, and that’s the only person you always talk to, and have an eternal bond with secret meeting places. But, if that were to exist, I’d want to have that with you. I’d want to do all the stupid stuff with you. Sneak out of the house, go to prom, build a treehouse, share a college dorm together, go on a road trip together, scream lyrics at the top of our lungs, get drunk when we’re 21, go to a karaoke club for all I care. I want memories with you.

I don’t know how else to say it. And no, it’s not a traditional way to say it. But, I don’t care. I missed you, take care of yourself, I adore you, it’s not sarcasm, I want memories with you.

I wanted to do something

which didn’t have the pieces of you.

I wanted to see what I am,

without you.

So I ended up writing.

But I am sad;

I wouldn’t have written,

anything

at all,

had it not been

for the box of

pain,

darkness

&

growth

you

s i l e n t l y

gifted me.

So what

is it,

that I am doing

for myself,

when this is still about you?

all these notes come from

the pieces

you gave me;

they are the remnants

of you,

and us.

I am all about you,

even when I am trying not to.

You are me,

&

I am you.

Am I still in love with you?

“Put on your seatbelt”

“You look wonderful today”

“Please remember to drive safe”

“Don’t forget your wallet”

“You smile looks nice”

“Please remember to watch yourself with knives”

“Your an idiot but your mine”

This is how you show love this is how you care, you don’t always need to say the words just show me that your there.