I think of, and then list, the things that get me through the moments I am truly missing you
The list of things:
Music of all sorts (Loud, soft, calm, crazy, sad, angry, or even joyous)
Laying in a hammock bathing in the sun
Biking with no destination in mind
Talking with people old and new
Playing with kids or pets or both
Watching Netflix, continuously
Writing and writing and writing again
Singing, only when I know no one can hear me
Excerting myself until I sweat
Showering away all my depressing thoughts
Cleaning, every single speck of dust
Did I mention writing?
Then a thought comes along about how being next to you would get me through missing you
And so I realize that is what g...
To make your coffee,
In the early morning
Will always be enough for me.
The way you smile,
With the first crisp sip
Entices all I am for you.
Your presence, is my last line of defense...
In the ever-waging war against, loneliness.
No words will sum together in a way for me to accurately express how you make me feel.
But my eyes will never be able to hide, They will give me away everytime.
I am sure they glow
I am sure they shine
I am sure they enlarge
To take in all that you are.
All I have seen before, fades
All I have ever feared, fleas
My eyes burn brightly
Turning your beauty into memory.
Both the greens and the blues
Reflecting more accurately than my words
How in love with you I have become.
Do not believe me, when I blame my poor mood on the weather.
Do not let me, get away with an explanation of my pain existing due to the fact it is always raining. Know that, the grey clouds above have nothing to do with my dampened affect.
I am sick, not from the early fall winds but from waking up alone in the attic again and again.
I will not seek shelter, I will simply hide beneath my umbrella.
I hope you can see passed the forecast, for who believes the weather man anyway.
Her name rests on my lips. Enticing my throat. To shout. To yell. To scream. To pronouce, how in love I have become.
With all that she is.
One decision changes your life; for if you chose another choice, you would be living an entirely different life.
There exists an endless amount of beautiful women all around this world.
Yet, somehow your smile stands out. Your laugh rings through my head, as if the chorus to some catchy cliche-filled song we always sing.
Your hands fit precisely into the folds of mine, and your eyes...
Your eyes, still to this day, have me getting lost everytime I catch a glimpse.
It is like I am looking into the sky, or some faroff oasis of a galaxy.
They are the color of the clearest ocean seas; as bright, if not brighter, than the brightest star.
Your smile, blows holes in my heart. Causing a pain I crave inside my chest whenever your mouth seems to bend with a warm embrace.
The way you kiss, I melt, I slip, I...
Where I sit, goosebumps raise on my skin. Could be the café air blowing down on me. Or, possibly the thoughts of you. Either way, I shiver and clutch my own arms. Wishing it was your embrace instead. You were my warmth. Both at night under the covers as well as internally. Keeping my heart beating. Keeping my lungs breathing. Now, I sit cold and more quiet than ever. No sleeves on my shirt and no feeling inside my chest. Many reasons to lack any warmth. But you alone are why I hurt.
Who am I to kid
I knew all along where my intentions sat
And although I resent the fact
I cannot decline the right
You had to challenge, to press, to demand
But you had not
You best admit you knew too
Finally asleep, After what most would consider a rough night. I pray and I hope and I beg, she may rest easy.
Sadly, she will likely awake in a panic with the shivers and the sweats. Side-effects, for being who she is.
Beaten and broken, will never describe her. She is a martyr, a true heroine. The way she steps between the domestic and the damaged. She is like Wonderwoman.
With her back as her shield. Her heart as her reminder. Defending is her purpose. Protecting is her superpower.