my love

  i wish i had more beautiful things to say my mind is full of beautiful things to say everything seems so much nicer than it did yesterday and i don't deny that you've had a part to play in this rosy tinted glow but I've got no proof to show because i cannot get the words out you understand what i'm on about my poetry feels lackluster compared to yours, it's difficult to comprehend how someone can write so wonderfully and speak so wonderfully and be, so wonderfully,  my puffy eyes and running nose are the antithesis of composed and yet everything is so much nicer than it was last week, in this hour in this second beauty beckoned  itself unto me through you, sitting on a swing set at sunset showing me your favorite songs and one's that reminded you of me i was yours entirely in that moment looking at the stars that i rarely get to see and you kissed me so carefully i thought you were scared you asked me if this was okay if i was...

my bones can not take this sun anymore and my blood is too hot wet ground and petrichor autumns whore cold air kissing me chapping my lips with force rough touches on my skin leave heat in their path as i feign injury and pain pleasure they are one and the same

sunrise a sleepless night the house still at last and my stomach grows tight as it remembers events come to pass hungover my eyes hang heavy and yet, moreover i cannot succumb mind heavy and limbs numb a weight forcing my head to pillow soft promises so hollow as i am forbidden to truly rest my intoxicated proclamation of my overbearing mortality cherry coloured wine still runs through my veins and sour fruits remain on my tongue familiar tastes, a familiar face a familiar night none of us as young as we were when we began nothing ever as poetic as i made it out to be and although tragedy has befallen me and lack evidence on the contrary i'm sure the night was as beautiful as it could have been and the company fit perfectly

the evening is new with sky a dark shade of blue and clouds covering the moon my leo all i can think of is you, it's been nearly ten years and still no-one compares, you proved all leo's have amazing hair it still feels rare that i found you lilt (noun) to move musically my leo you possess the ability with smiles you grant tranquillity  you move musically in your speech kind words fall from the tip of your tongue and i know this poem has just begun but you truly shine brighter than the sun and my leo i'm not the only one who see's it you may be human but you're otherworldly you speak softly but you can turn it up to ten if need be and nobody can mess with you because they'd answer to me directly i could keep this short and sweet or go on for hours but nobody i'll ever meet will have the chance to compete with you, it's true my love transcends distance and although i'm stuck outside  th...

equanimity (noun) mental calmness, composure, evenness of temper ironic i'm sure poems have been written about you before, i know but i swore this one will be different creativity is a commitment  my libra you should know fingers writing and skin aglow the words continue to flow from your mind to pen to paper you're a born creator a movie maker old hollywood glamour, darling your beauty  i know, go ahead and shoot me but you're enigmatic charismatic, captivating and debilitating, maybe a tad intimidating? you're a renaissance painting made of royal colours  you're warm and inviting you're indecisive  and divisive acting on impulse and emotion i pledge my endless devotion to the libra that started it all your mind may not be calm and you may lose your composure but you're stepping ever closer to that evenness of temper maybe blue isn't the warmest colour but we'll always have eachot...

it's raining in june thundering actually the lightening lit up my living room  i'm sat with the lights off just existing  it's been a long time coming it's going to be a dark summer overbearing invading a pandora's box opened the air is going to be thick words will stay unspoken because its too hot to talk a summer of cinematic melancholy  performance art cherry kisses tongues tied lies and un-kept promises there will be passion lots of it  warm wine and windows open too hot to sleep standing in thunderstorms rain slashing our skin like a thousand bullets washing away sweat and sin a sultry summer a moody summer pathetic fallacy

ethereal (adjective) extremely delicate, light, not of this world my pisces you transcend definition you're lighter than air itself and by my own admition  i think you're an angel, a long time suspicion your mind is blooming, you're no mathematician but you can bring anything you desire into fruition with unrivalled creativity a true work of art you belong in an exhibition,  a girl as beautiful as her photographs you surpassed all my expectations, pisces you swim against the current things may seen hard in the moment but all the obstacles are merely a component of this magical journey you're on and you may be delicate but your skin is thick you feel you're in the firing line,  sometimes but there is strength behind your eyes you're more powerful than your mind when it attempts to bring you down, when it tries you are not defined by the bad times, my pisces you're the strongest person i know truly out of this world you belong amongst ...