at least i was your something

it isn't hard

to see that

i am your

3 am thoughts,

your drunk words,

and i know that i always will be.

that's okay.

even if i can never be

the lover of your dreams,

nor the lover you

whisk away 

with lifelong

commitment,

it was a wonderful journey,

to be there,

while you were drinking your

vodka,

and you were 

waiting for your dreams

to come up 

to your eyes

late at night,

when you couldn't sleep.

spring fools

try and tell me
that i am not honey
to your wounds,
and i will question
why you ignore the
blatant truth.
my love spreads on your
body
like butter
on warm biscuits,
and goes deep
inside of you
like a humming bird,
tasting a sweet
hibiscus flower.
yet, you still act,
like i am not
the most beautiful
love
you have ever
encountered?

to do list

I just want someone that

texts me in the middle of the night

when they can't sleep, even if I am

to tired to reply. 

someone that

tells me all of their thoughts

even the painful little ones,

the ones they thought no one cared about. 

a thousand and more 

times of telling me they love me,

listening to my ramble

writing down the details

mentally. 

a cute text here and there

describing how my hand 

feels in the middle of the night

when I'm holding them.

I want them to love me.

lovers nature

I'll journey softly with you,
careful enough not
to ruin your leaves,
and upset your roots,
but beside you,
so you can know that
I am the wind,
gently blowing
with
you.