everything i know about love
is that it hurts
and is almost always never returned
the way you want it to.

but i have hope
because i do not know everything.

i'm so hooked
on how your mind works,
on what you notice,
on everything that excites you.
i'm so caught up in
how you see the world,
how you see everything
and still offer up your love
for all to take it.

you give me a glimpse of your heart
and i can't tell you
how much you turn me on.

every choice i have ever made after you existed
has been dependent on exactly
how close i can have you next to me
and how long i can get you to stay.

i open for you like a flower.
i let you in like a new day.

i can't hold onto love.
i'm not gentle enough.

i always end up
crushing the thing
in between my fingertips.

you giver of light.
you lover of love.

you beautiful
beautiful
human being
you.