Mr. B/L/M

I've sat here thinking of things to write because this is what I enjoy to do. The communication is easy, especially when I write about; only you.So many things I want to say but it all gets jumbled in the end. The only thing spells out in those tiny little bubbles of thought above my head, I love you, I love you, I love you babygirl because that is my favorite thing to do. Writing is suppose to help you express your emotions but without you by my side my brain is so flustered; all I can write is those three little words and I'm done, I'm through. The impermanence of me is inevitably the permanence of you. Permanent visions in my head of your smile on the pillow. Permanent scars on my heart from when you told me you loved me. Permanent flutters everytime I see your kiss across my mind like it was across the very canvas we drew our life stories on everytime we spoke. Permanence because I knew this wasn't suppose to be about you. It was a way to just think and write it all out, but all I could come up with is you. Maybe one day the impermanence will just be permanent but for right now my heart won't let me say I'm through.