Fumes

not nothing but barely something

why am I crying

Why would I want to anyways

To someone I haven't met but have always known

It doesn't work that way

Let's run away. Find a place to stay. We can cry and wipe each other's tears.

Some days I dream of driving until there is no more road and I have no home. A sunset dancing on a decaying dash. My fingers dancing lazily in the wind. The taste of salty ocean tears stained on my chapped lips. Driving until I find whatever it is I am looking for even if that something is nothing

What is this waiting for the weekend. Why is my life only lived in two days. I hate longing for a future I never quite get to. As the clock ticks by.

There is something in the way. It chokes and strangles my words. Smothers me entirely holding me down and drowning me in its own hateful way. To each his own we always say

I want to write poem after poem depicting exactly how I feel. About you. About us. None of them are good enough none of them could even compare to the way your eyes light up my soul or the way your hearty laugh leaves me trembling begging for more. How do I begin to describe the way your gentle kisses leave fragile trails of butterflies. A lifetime filled with promise and early morning giggles. Late night conversations laced in depth and longing. An eternity and then some of our forever.

The only thing I pray for is to be alone with you. To be fully and utterly yours. To kiss those sun drenched lips. I have never loved anyone more than I love you. I will never love anyone more than I love you.