And we loved a love that was more than love

I want you to write me something.

I'm a writer,
you're a writer.

Difference, darling; I'm an author. You're a poet.

teacher.
lover.
friend.
partner.
fellow artist
soulmate.

I don't write about myself,

why would I?

I'm not that
interesting
original
unique
opinionated
important

You make me feel like I am sometimes,
though

"But our love was stronger by far from the love
of those who were older than than we-
of many far wiser than we-
and neither angels in heaven above
nor the demons down under the sea
can ever dissever my soul from the soul
of the beautiful Annabell Lee."

Your mouth empties its words into my all too willing ears.
Your arms become a cage I am all too willing to be trapped by.
Your lips, a gift that mine are far too willing to accept.

Eyes

hands

mouths

Love is a connection.

Love is a mental illness,
but that's just proof
that it's real.

Time ticks on
and no one knows better than me how quickly things can change especially with you

But change applies to people too.
and neither of us are the same person we were when we first met.
in several extremely important ways.

It's not surprising people spend their lives waiting for this.
And I'm incredibly lucky I didn't have to.
We're perfect

don't disagree

we're perfect darling
just for the fact that
we're beautifully imperfect.

I reach out in the darkness
knowing I'll feel you there
beside me.
forever.
never leave.