Let each day be your masterpiece.

And maybe not.

The greatest thing that amazes me is: I was writing about you before I even knew you.

Once upon a time I dreamed about having a person. Someone that not only understands me, but loves every inch that they get to know. Someone that excites me and opens my eyes. Someone that emphasizes a relationship based on love and acceptance. Someone that teaches me something new every day. Someone that truly captivates me.

You make me see teal. Aquamarine. You create kaleidoscopes that fragment my vision and design outbursts of chromatic hues that seem to be meant for my psyche only. I don’t want to let go. I don’t know how. I crave to absorb the iridescence of your thoughts.

You make me see red. Scarlet. My blood boils and my body throbs for your touch. I love you. I love you and lust after you and I feel it so deeply, so passionately. It almost hurts sometimes. You are my hurricane.

You make me see gold. The sun. I harbor hope now and seem to be dancing towards the light more often lately. You are a reservoir of happiness that shines on everybody you come in contact with and it is exquisite. You are an artist and every time you create a masterpiece, liquid gold violins play in my head.

You make me see blue. Navy. You are the night sky, the infinite, omniscient drape that imprisons the stars. You are a tormented soul... dark and beautiful and endlessly fascinating and you seize handfuls of radiant auras and rearrange them into pictures that somehow make sense.

 “My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations” and you create a chaotic stream of consciousness that I am still trying to categorize. And yet. When I ask you to, you clear my head of all insecurities, doubts, fears and leave it perfectly still. Peace.

Your magic is the alchemy behind my eyes changing. Your spells are the serene surrender that lure me to sleep.

The odds of us finding each other are unbelievably slim. And yet. Here we are.

And I get the privilege of gazing at your perfect face. Your kind, symmetrical, empathetic, stunning face. Your lips make my heart race and your heart holds mine hostage. This new chapter feels like the most familiar thing in the world. My soul knew you. We were born for such a time as this.

I’m so full; still curious.

If you were to ask me how I was doing, I would tell you that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

He is my sunshine, and you are my moonlight.

Magic for an hour. Ecstasy for a moment. You are the ever-expanding blip on my radar and I didn’t expect you to become so engulfing. You have been thrown over the edge and now your maturity and selfishness are on overdrive as you try to claw your way out.

You know what you want. And you’re not going to stop until you get it.

Let’s push pause on the world and discover each other.  Use our lips and our fingertips to roam every inch of flesh, every scar, every freckle, every bump. I’m ravenous and your lips taste like the sweetest dishonesty; and maybe I want to live a lie for a little bit; and maybe being around you in the middle of the night makes time stand still. When the world is asleep, our demons come out and I think they play real well with each other.

Borders Boundaries Shattered Crossed

Shadows fall on the floor And my loneliness sets with the sun I haven't spent one night in my own bed In a very long time

I can't sleep isolated The elixir of mixed flesh is my NyQuil And it's always delightful to role play love Just call me an ingenue

Dawn is very becoming on you With messy hair and sleepy eyes I think of the way you would play with your child And how I could get used to this